I sat here to ponder in resilient silence,
the fleeting thoughts never uttered,
secrets hidden between three walls:
strewn dreams of crinkling beauty,
the crescent of a descending crone,
and the morose faces of midnight.
I run into the forth wall,
head on, and stumbled into
these crisp ashes and cropped patches,
for when I kept groping darkness,
I reached beyond the crowds
with hope, and I touched
the shadows of countless fading stars.
Yesterday, a compromise
between nostalgic yearnings from the past,
and two barren walls,
with forty one ears and eyes looking in.
I wept, as I felt, with the first tear,
that I was contained
in the quick sands of time,
and naked among the dolt leghorns.
Said Leghlid, 2003.
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