Wednesday, July 6, 2011

unbound

I dreamt a mountain of ice,
and water cascading down my fingers.
I dreamt a pillar of flame:
it purged our names and left us orphaned,
made us orphans.
And we were unfettered and unbound,
then passed off as elated--calm again, but frustrated.

So, hate the children you raised and make the home that you'll stay in.

"I owe to all to you,"
my head just can't stop thinking.

For architects i haven't met yet,
you engineers who imbrue the burden of truth:

I owe it all to you.

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