Guest guest Posted March 27, 2009 Report Share Posted March 27, 2009 > > Exhausted by my mediocrity, > > I have nothing to say, > > nothing to do. I can not even > > entertain myself. A little passion > > would go a long way, but passion > > for what? I have tried almost everything, > > and love only words. Ah, my lovers are > > fickle, they're empty, they're vain, > > they don't love me back. > > > > Pete > > > > > Absent any desire to > obtain or fix or fill > > no layers remain, > only the volcano fire > > Words, my friend: > > the prettiest whistles won't > wrestle the thistles undone > > C In the void, claps the one hand, not a sound is heard. Words are the hissing of a snake, silence, the venom injected by its fangs. Pete > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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