Monday 1 March 2010

43. Butt-Over

I want the shock of taking from you
Slight changes, a metamorphosis
Events into unknown meanderings

Even as I do and shall, will it be so

That I can never comprehend the shame
Of the the uttermost fate and calling
I am as a dog, short, tight leashed

Yes and that too, but over estimating the inclusive

Peel away right to collision and fame
There can be no understanding.

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