Strangeination’s Weblog

April 16, 2008, 12:58 am
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I’m here.

I’ve always been.

–Somewhat a mystery–

Unlike the shifting sands

Much more methodically.

You see my many pages

My words are so unwinding,

My script is somewhat simple

Unlike my Labyrinth binding.


You know too much already

The ending’s quite a tease.

We all wind up as ashes

Floating in the breeze.

There is no declaration

To sanctify the night.

No pleasant salutation

To take away the fright.


I am a bit more realistic–

–A little less nieve.

I don’t see rainbows everyday,

But I’m happy to recieve.

And so it stands–I’m here.

Much as I’ve always been

Aware of all my flaws

And the temperment of men.


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