The Notion
Glass eyes and amber spires tip the scales of curiosity
Weary sighs and timely smiles, walk the grounds of mediocrity
Death in threes on a silent breeze, celebrate the end of sincerity
Fatefully adrift at sea and before my eyes, entropy, a shining, shapeless panoply
Alone in the arms and tricked by the charms of a lover whose kiss claims humanity
Ridiculed kindess, and spiritual blindness, alone in the house of hypocrisy
Fallen from the path, dreams of cyanide baths, and showers of sweet serendipity
Casting shadows in the light of purity, growing suspicion in spite of security
The kind of cure is a bitter pill, the peculiar scent of a miracle kill
Constructing the shrine of my destiny
2-5-99
Reason for writing:
I just wanted someone to read it. I wrote it the other night
unexepectedly and I liked its rhythym and dark whimsy.
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