Monday, 5 September 2011

In drowsiness..

All this show
And yet to see bewilderment in the nature of crime
To pass thus, one's time
in an inglorious flow..

In those moments of madness, one never stays
And yet to dream in a minute, an age 
When age like a dream in a minute strays
To weep and regain then, or change..

With surprise the slow turgidity of 'I'
to steal and then return with an inwardly-winking cry
A heart loving or a coin sly..

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