Saturday, 31 July 2010


On the edge of misdirection
Did we shed our legs
Of lethargy
And stick to a decision made at last;

Taking one path paved
With fever
And the risk of tilting
Our machine till stuck.

We looked like scavengers
Who’d savaged
At the carcasses
Of all the people we had known,

Though slowly on the road
We showed our worth
Was deeper than
The curses others placed on us,

And coverings composed of dust
And piecemeal lust
Were left
Where we set out from;

So run with me my dear
As we cleave
The distance of its mystery
And discover love.

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