Magnificent Desperations

Weaving dreams
out of stuff I could not share,
Aspiring to fly to places of no return.

I await oblivion in the hands Of the one
Who does not care!

Does the fiery sun that sets tonight know,
If there is a tomorrow,
I shall rise again
And with folded hands to the unmoving,
I shall write again.

Jan-1st Week, 2010

From Life in a Multiverse

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