Friday, October 24, 2003

A stilted poetic expression of a feeling I just had:

The conception of sophistry - an infancy of grey,
Rabid foam of previous passion dripping down and settling.
All around is pacifying, soothing and warming
The milk of contentment to trick our churning stomachs.
Flickering of black and white detracting from the
Dying tinder of sparks of rage and so much thirst for life.