Where do these stairs go?

What exists i behold with certainty. What does not exist, i will create.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Sun, arise.

Here, amid such ruined things,
Words, in dust, crawl and cry.
Here, alone, where symbols sing,
Set in stone, or sung to die.

Still! my breath, my beating heart,
Broken clock, or time unwind.
Alone, again, be not in fright,
Up! ol boy. Sun, arise.
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