Friday, December 12, 2008

Alter Ego

A clench in the fist
A roar in the shadows

To hurtle the wall
is for withdrawing temper

A barricade fence surrounding,
bulwark of the fragile crystal

Again and again,
I hold the arms of my soul - swap!

He's now talking - I tell you
Harken: a whisper in my eyes

Reading the lips of sissy
Shrilling sounds licking the eardrums

Recalling the retro...
You were not the same prodigy

I accede.
Because this is the other me.

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