I feel i'm beyond this now,.
a last one of this sort.
enjoy.


Interpret my Idol

Eye to eye,
Deafly alive
Encounter,
Not deep enough to die

Sense,
My sense
A little lower,
Soon of knowledge to survive

Solid Ground,
Misconception great
Take a grasp of sight
It might turn this around.

Achieve the lead,
Hold it fast,
Sense of all,
Far above,
Lonesome sense of one

No longer then,
On this ground
Walk with regret,
Sight of the next step



Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 07:06

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never say, the last!
man - put it aside - shelve-it, or even bury it in the cellar or the attic....
but one day if need be - always have it nearby to pull up again....
you can't keep a good thing down or away. Cheers
2006-04-26


Mike
this is quite something
2006-04-24