Thursday, July 15, 2010

Grace.

I am Sisyphus,
No further.

High,
Crumbled,
Cycled,
I am
Humbled,
Enslaved.

Fear
Fate
Furies
Form,
Relentless.

Real,
I am
Considered,
No more.

Grace
Nonetheless
Trickles

A downward
Secret,

I steal.
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