Tuesday, April 6, 2010


Innocuous preconception
Of self,
Lost in
One's own self,
Like a boxed
Sparing with
The soul.

Cut open
The fruit
Of life,
Suck on the juices
That spring
From the fruit.

To lie to the soul,
Is to lie to the sky,
To lie to the rain,
To lie to the sun,
To lie to the moon.

All created
By one,
All created
By all,

Don't ask where that came from because I really don't know.

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