Only of lateA Poem by nikolaiaShould it be That this doubt filling my own should also surround myself?
Is it right to assure myself this? To afford myself comfort? Assurance a thousand times familiar Now cracked and unsure
This act of nature (or against it, That I should remain sane,) Should it belong to me, What carries with this?
Lest I become lost I clutch myself As thine eyes carry lifeless blame. In the ensuing calmness I attached myself to the idea of unreality. For what sake, I've forgotten. But if this should be a dream, Is it not still mine? © 2011 nikolaia |
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Added on January 30, 2011 Last Updated on March 20, 2011 Author |