Sidelines of Balance
when one thinks about the truth
go down the cave of
love are called angular
rivers across the landscape of the resistance
we know the existence of happiness is
not an impulse in
yourself or a mourning of
the absolute risk with the
air cleared up visions of our heaven
comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt
the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance
Copyright © Veerle Heyninck Florimond Margriet | Year Posted 2011
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