Sunday 15 August 2010

Poem number 3

The underpass is where we are looking for
Said goldilocks
Where the bears will be blind
So through the needles
thrice the sea of dreams
Where the serpent lay
On its abyssal bed
Encircle the box and jump the key
Fall out of maya
to the palace of unknowns
And complete the journey
For which we were born


2010

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