Tuesday, July 20, 2010

all power of grief

the force with which my blood flows

what doesn't kill me makes me stronger, eh, Fred?

what doesn't make me stronger makes me keener

there is no time

to sit and tremble with regret

like a lava-flow I use my power to burn my way forward

my history hardening into the foundation

future incarnations will walk upon...

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