Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Godspeed

There's a hum on the air.
It's swelling and ballooning.
It's growing, expanding, userping.

There's a crescendo on the make.
The basso ostinato has fallen away.
The music is hollowing, the music is hallowing.

There are hopes coming to bear.
Their forte is pounding and thundering.
Their force is barrelling this way, inconsiderate and unrelenting.

These are my finals.
On their backs ride my futures.
At their heels nip my fears.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 08:59.
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