Sunday, July 15, 2012

?

Shattered thoughts await my mind
The Dreams of Darkness 
Howling, haunting, hunting
My fractured vision is but a memory
Only dust, earth, & the glow remain
Who I am, what I have done
What I have seen, heard, lived
&
Indeed, lost
Are these moments worthy of a tale of the bards?
Or am I but an infinitesimal speck, a mote in the Great Cosmos?

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