Sunday, December 5, 2010

captured

ceiling cement to your cold corpse and carriage
coiled up carefully in your crystal cocoon
post cerebral cunning and complex creations
confined callously, clear of our complicated cartoon

your concrete connoisseur's conviction now careless and carefree
contemplating conniving calculators creeping about

cleft by certainty

cloaked in credulity

you cannot call out
you're to cross the crevasse
while we carry on without

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