Wednesday, October 26, 2005

A Filter for a Frail Horizon

I lose a breath while I'm thinking
Misplace a second as it passes out of time
A splice of memories now missing
I think a moment passed where I forgot to die

And so this day is becoming

High in tide that will take me home
Conceals a current running straight through hell
It caught me drifting from the world I know
A broken crest on a rising swell

And surely hope is resigning

I think I'm waking from another dream
I won't remember how I made it out alive
The focus centres on uncertainty
The null and voids have become a way of life

And so my self is descending

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