Wednesday, August 10, 2011

If there were a heaven for me, Blackness would be imminence, eminence

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I look at the world,
So bright, too bright, flashing lights!
Imminent voice,
Eminent noise,

As the evil always win,
And the soft, become brittle,
Turn to dust!

Your world, love, you encourage it!
All complicit,
In this game,
Of light!

No! If there were hope for me,
Blackness, in it I'd cede!

To nothingness! Void!
Away from the tempting lights of false hope!

This Universe, is all alone!
None in it are company!

To emptiness I'd fight!
But none of it is in sight!

Only the consistent inconstant.. Voice of Noise!

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