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September 22, 2009

In Defense of the Soulless

When I fall into myself
there is no bottom to hit.

I merely gain momentum
until I break apart
and become communion
for the universe.

Particles drifting amid
the debris
collating into
a future
as bright or bleak
as I make it.

1 comment:

S.L. Corsua said...

The title alone truly hits me. (grin) Brings back memories.