Sunday, March 02, 2014

Incommunicado


I admit
I succumbed
to the temptation
of building a silence
The bliss
of the perfect vitreous body
Shadowed only by
The mist of thought
Is my artisan ego
The only thing
I still share with you
Is the guilt
of killing the wish
to shatter it
Once the first sound
Is uttered.

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