Wednesday, August 10, 2011

You recite to me, the peculiar rules of play

Poem by Marc Aupiais

You recite these, rules, don't cry wolf,
You speak of these, games, don't cry, wolf!

You speak riddles,
And ignite hopes!

In this desperate world!
Where you take, and I mayn't hate!
You, have, of no truth but co-incidence!
And I've nothing,

No future or incredibly bleak!
A pencil drawing,
You rub, oh joyous glory,
But only to erase,

For the sin,
Of being what I am,
And mortal, I Am,

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