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quixotic A pyre flickering endlessly through the midnight veil,
Dreaming a giant's dream,
Screaming an insects scream,
Overlooking the onslaught from above the gristled walls,
The true reflection of the world embodied,
Within a single drop of light.
Ten thousand years of legacy brought forth onto the stage,
Puppets dancing mercilessly under the blind puppeteer,
His smiling face hiding a vicious maw,
Tearing the underbelly of our existance just for the sake of humour,
We are nothing without ourselves,
It's name is fate.
Sorry folks, I was feeling poetic. Keep posted.
From Russia With Love, Sean Bougie.
July 18 2005, 19:32:46 UTC 6 years ago
Love always
Heather