I
shut
my eyes
sensing
a thought.
It graces my presence.
Only it is so
fleeting,
leaving
my tongue
of burnt shadows
singed
at the sides,
like old love letters.
If only so tangible.
Grasp it fast
would edify.
But i cower from it:
the result.
Thinking
knowledge is lethal,
I will let the savor
suffice.
By
reason logical:
fear
plus
enlightenment
equals
failure.
And bringing to naught
is
poison.
Paltry
yet
potent.
10/3/10
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