Monday, September 23, 2013


Tell the gate I'll be melting in.
A rainbow of sludge trying to make its way to magic mountain.
It is all within yet somehow I am without. 
Transitional doubt.
It is a killer.
This journey is the yin to it's yang.
A flame burns longer than my last name.
Mystical awareness and irony of fairness. 
What is fair, what is unfair. 
Both are a bare reality.
Both are a necessity.
I call for a rebirth. 

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