Saturday, 8 November 2008

within rampaging fire

within rampaging fire
nothing real
falling leaves

dewy grass
sleeping slumbers
hears only the cuckoo

open up winter
i wish to breathe my last
though i do not die

clouds float on the moon
cherry trees bloom
one leaf takes the wind

the power that splits mountains
will take my body to the earth
shrouded by a sudden frost

rain clouds disappear
i don't want eternity
come for me when you will

no free will
only delusion of choice
i accept this charming charade

make your interventions now
turn the wheels around
if they care for turning
and if they don't?
it was programmed to be so

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