Thursday, September 30, 2010

Paradise



Paradise


For some, vaulted destinies
are affections
won against heavy odds. 

Appreciation of their value requires proof
words begin to take shape
invisible particles
leaving the odour of money.

This becomes the weapon
they fearlessly evade
their fetters broken,
their wounds written
on rocks.

For others, those who have long approached
hostilities or faceless insincerities,
money is the oasis
that requires no explanation.

However, balanced hearts
never waste time
in propositions of value.
 
Their abacus moves with caution
so as to not awaken the snake sleeping
between their sheets. 

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