Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Hope

Despair. Hopeless, merciless despair.
Thrashing about the idle mind, as
waves wash the shore.
Murakami spouting Schumann through Kafka
Dahl: Liszt
Kiss, kiss.

Despair. Unwavering, murderous despair.

The sun glints through the windows
On a crisp winter's day.
If you listen closely, you can hear
Hope.

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