Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Pheromones
Blind.
A sun that cannot see.
How darkened the corners
Do truly become
In the absence of light.
Weak.
The way the wind
Twirls through my hair,
Eviscerating thought in
A truly absent world.
Deny.
He was defunct before
Gone was even known,
Twisting words
To mean opposite.
Inhale.
Is not just for smelling scents anymore.
January 23, 2008
Suge
A sun that cannot see.
How darkened the corners
Do truly become
In the absence of light.
Weak.
The way the wind
Twirls through my hair,
Eviscerating thought in
A truly absent world.
Deny.
He was defunct before
Gone was even known,
Twisting words
To mean opposite.
Inhale.
Is not just for smelling scents anymore.
January 23, 2008
Suge
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