Monday, November 12, 2007

Ingenuine Clarities

Standing against the wet wall of loneliness,
While time became a silk knot pressing your breath.
Why dip your pen into invisible ink,
To mince your heart?

Instead of a miserably hybrid grub,
Or the curved, wrinkled arms of destiny.
Think of the rain dribbling on the ivy leaves,
Or the
euphonious breeze of wind etching life.

Oh! My consanguineous Cousin,
Claim your happiness for you’re worth it!
And my
For your support is
sui generis.