Subject to Change

Fri, 10/04/2013 - 22:14 -- Lady X


Sailing in the waters of which You wept,

You sees a Light in the distant of the cove,

a Light that Reality would refer to as

a dead end.


The Light fades,

then flares,


then flares.


Blinded, detached,

You asks:

what is the Light,

who is Reality,

and who is You?


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