...and counting...

5/10/2009

 
there's a glimmer of truth in the shimmering artificial light
it is
as simple as this
we have mastered the darkness
as long as
there is
electricity
we have won
at this late hour my eyes have tired
my neck is too weak to hold my skull
the saddest of all sadness is this sad news that i
have forsaken a love, that love which is to write
too long, it has been since i have been here
assuming this position
but in that artificial light, i now see
that where love once lived
a monster has been conceived