Monday, July 16, 2007

Time to hope

Tell me how it is.
How you've become
the you you've become,
and I the me?
Yesterday and yesterpassion and yesterdream
no longer.
So here,
so now,
so what?
We remaining in the rubble
We real amongst the dreamt
We standing
We futile.
Yet to dream again,
or to dream still.
To live, ah, for to live,
and to be,
for to be,
and more than both,
more than anything,
to feel,
and to be felt.
Is it not time then, alas,
to hope?

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