writing on the spur of the moment.


time again

i know it now,
why it never ends,
because it can't
as gods talk and falter over themselves
searching out the very vessels
which went wrong.
Which god is not human
who has created imperfection
even for the result
of perfection ?

You are death, in your quest for life,
and defeated,
for decay set in from your very first steps
from the womb.
the truth;-
we are all destined to return,
oh yes and we shall suffer
.....as the gods spawn we are.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2007-06-16 at 02:02

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