Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Won'tBeTheLastOfYou-

So you won't take a bow.
You feel that the winds will change direction.

A smile.
And walls made of cobwebs are deconstructed.
It's been a while now since you plunged.
The darkness is astounding.
It hides them all.

So you envelope yourself in the assortment.
Shrouded in the richness of grime.

Disembarrass yourself.
Effulgent will be your demeanour, promise.

A nod.
And the glaciers of incongruity melt.
It's been some time since you looked. 
There is no vision for miles.
Reassuring is the sound of your thoughts.

After all, you're just as enterprising.
And you just won't let it get over.

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