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Postby Saturn » Sat Apr 10, 2010 2:43 am


I exist now as a sunspot,
A blemish on the burning
Face of your affection;
A vapour, repulsed off
Into the cold vacuum of
Black silence and forgot.
Here today, tomorrow,
Gone, whisked like a
Puff of smoke in wind,
Not likely to ever blow
Upon this beaten crag
Where nothing dwells,
Not even decay for long.
I'm an irritant, a spot,
A carbuncle planted,
A prime pustule that
Never yet has erupted.
Oh I could storm so,
I could wax mad, rave
And tear hairs as well
As any bad ham actor,
But my storms are
Locked deep within,
In the chasm of love
I feel it echoes now,
Its emptiness fills me
With a gaping sadness
Which nothing will fill:
An empty treasure trove,
Looted and melted down
Into the very atoms again.

So in the blackness I burn,
A sunspot, an imperfection
Waiting to be thrust out
Into the ice, and the dust,
Prone to destruction, or
Banished to remote parts
Beyond the reach of light,
Beyond the bounty of life.
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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