Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Time | a poem by a faust

there are a few versions of this one.














time

a stage in area















pursuing the act

– or




to the heights






of

a

not

yet

remembered










sublime

dramatic











each peak

(to me)(will be)

more real












reviewing the fact

– or




brilliant

lights







of

a

not

yet

dismembered










Divine

Chromatic












the weak

(you see)

(in me)

will heal

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