Tuesday, October 7, 2014

DON QUIXOTE



In ignorance flip
I devour silence
Feeding voices, and
Wriggling my tongue

In untold stories
I cleave my bond
Feeding curse, and
Mounds of pain

Query not, by ping
My broken dreams
In connections all
I sever my blood

Lamp-post respite
A Sun in street light
Saunter my walk
Melancholy bound

As Don Quixote
I duel my silhouette
And arrange
Piling my ignorance

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