Friday, August 03, 2012

four stories

Less than the stress
is the distress of being,
and what is more here is a void
of this un-being.

All the treasures and past knowledge
need to be buried
and lost to be found,
when your eternity is at stake.

My myth is your alibi,
my myth is believable,
my myth is just a parable
of my last dying act.

Your face is familiar,
and your eyes are tired
of seeing the undefined sky
under which you feel safe.