Reprise: An Experiment. Part II.

~ Running in the night , screaming at the light

of a thousand stars dying and the all engulfing love

and tyranny

of skin on skin ~…

…~ Of memories long since buried

beneath the ocean of the beloved

that haunt

me still ~…

…~ Pain is pleasure and pleasure is

gained through the experience, but

there is nothing

and no-one ~…

…~ We are the sum of all we are,

what bullshit do we seek, when

thrills, high or low, can be found

on every corner street ~…

Do words mean anything when there is no context, no fabric into which they are weaved?  Are they meaningless if they are spoken to the ether, scored into the sky, taking no physical form nor permanency?

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