quarta-feira, 19 de dezembro de 2012

Another Leaf Down


Is the flesh ignorant of the frailty of the bone?
Maybe pain is like a comfort - there is some -
for those too deluded to focus on things clear.
Attention is a vagrant wing at wind's shear,
lunacy is its repose - doomed whom feel it done.

Enduring graces are rare; feints steadily come.
It's hard to see the mirage when one's alone,
Yet easy to fall blind if one's companies bear:
Acrowd, if laugh dissolve into a tear;
Alone, if Gods turn me into stone.


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