Monday, May 14, 2012


to a future poet


i know these men
too well
they drag their feet
to find a chunk
of life,
anonymous statues,
shades of grey,
misery,
rulers of fog.
a spark
of the forbidden pleasures
shines
at the moment of vengeance.
its effulgence can destroy
their humanity,
because I sense
in this human seclusion
how mine
shall be the men to come …

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