Tuesday, 17 April 2012


I walk outside in the storm
It asks me about you Beloved
Now should I stand against the storm?
or must I be where destiny is decided
Of the physical and the metaphysical.
Who shall I be now beloved?
You are all knowledgable
Beloved, you know what I have been
I killed by despair,
Reincarnated by by bewilderment
I wind up at the shores of knowledge
I see an entity
I, stand by it, speechless
It says to me, 'I am attainable!'

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