Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Of the Wisp

Comfort comes most often

In the lingering dream

Of timeless persistence.

Essence is forever,

However we quarrel

Over what's essential.

If only finity,

Being true, consoled us,

We'd forgive forever

For being the one thing

We can't have as we are.

We can't because we aren't

Consolable except

Surpassing death, I don't

Know why. I don't know why.

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