Monday, February 03, 2014

Sense

We are entitled to possess what already possess us
we skate upon the logic of a senseless world
through the forest, trampling upon gifts
we gather the waters of waste and we fashion from it all a lens to make sense of it all.

our measurement begins at the extremes of things
such that all things must be valued from such
our lives must be measured with death
to be lost in a moment, we must be mad. So they say.

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