|A world presents an infinite amount of possibilities.....|
an incipient tear falters
at the edge of my eye The burden of the
still surround my present.
Having dissolved several stars I sought
like a foolish moth…
Yes, I was fast too fast to last.
Youth left only a memory of a face
--a mean, animated character;
Who needed assorted skins
of reincarnations to sizzle my mind
It was an assault on my flimsy faith
Love was the only religion, I respected
There’s nothing left now
Just the sin of loving
And brutal silence...
Ah, what an animated journey it was!
This poem is NOT based on personal experience...