I live like there is no tomorrow, love as if I do not know heartache, dream as if i have not known failure, embraced the world as if it embraced me back, and I write as if I will die without words.
I am Ayien.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Do All Rivers Cry?

River of tears and valley of dreams
Climbers swim the ocean of defeat.
Mountain of trust and faith
Crumbled over a grain of sand.

The mirror crashed and cried
Over a whole yet to be revived,
Sighed for the future
That would soon be a past.

And the chilling fog has covered
A sweat-flooded palm
Like a sea of sodium and chlorine…
Like a fish halved and dried.

And the mouth suckles
The nipples of a barren breast
Emptying the milk that tasted
Like bile of the greened bladder

And suddenly one wonders:
Do all eyes well up and overflow?
Do all magicians create empty illusions?
Do all hearts, minds and bodies make
A sinful soul bleed?
July 9, 2004

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