Tuesday, November 29, 2011

And there, upon a song.

When upon the wilderness' stake you encounter a feast
You must eat.

And there, upon a song,
You will discover amid your senses and

The need to dance.

But this is not a simple observation. And you were augured
In your own breed of impulse and recognition.

And this land is not the same as it was a moment ago.

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