Monday, October 1, 2007

The Hardened Shell



Shed the past life
Shed all the calluses
Don't let the society harden you

says The System


Prepare in peace for times of war

what then happens if the dove
flies
around with a thorned
rose round its neck

What then happens with the program with
no breaks
no hyphens-no dashes-no-no

The shroud of knowledge once removed
reveals a hollow spirit

Emptiness

resounds through my mind

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