A New Age
Posted By: Vector40<email@example.com>
Date: 14 February 2002, 3:15 am
slay the noble person if of die's dear dread,
not that. if such a thing couldn't, wouldn't not?
to be caught? or running, so dancingly, and hide.
never again, my fair,
but yet as the morning brings
a darkening sight of things
a swelling serious tide
that catchings at the breath
that sidles in the teeth
that trickles in the heart
but wherefore then to go? to run?
with a thousand fleeting butterflies burning.
with nothing to touch [oblivion is here]
but forward only to forever be freedom
be the man suddened by chance of birthforce
but never amore to be sidelined by
the flaringest uncertainties