Monday, August 31, 2009

Break the Glass.

Tied down in chains;
Wings are cut off:
Aimless obligation
Can I afford declination
Of “unnecessary” pain?

The moon shines, as I see:
A bright dazzle
Among the weak, blaming stars;
A courtroom, a farce.
Witness to all of me…

What keeps the glass
On the table?
A sweep, a slight touch
And push it over the edge:
Violate all class.

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