February 13, 2008
A hole,
black and unseen,
fills a heart of joy that sees all.
If a lullaby echoes through its soul,
it will be soothed to sleep and then
lose its calm.

A nightmare
gives a glimpse of complete horror
and then eludes the mind.
As all things are lost in time, so
it would be too.
For there is no dream to wake up to and
no reality to see in the depths of sleep.
A lub-dup of pain is a beat lost in the quiet echoes of
the world.
Let all silences be broken by passion and
fury. The world is big enough for every person
but not for fear.
Where is it?

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