Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Disintegration by parts.


This part I don't like.
Cataloged for future reference,
my slow demise.
An act of free falling,
frame by frame.
For you; From what's left of me.

The part I do like,
will come soon enough.
Rising from my ruins
with no grounds to be bound to,
like the best things do.
For no one; From nothing.

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