Thursday, February 21, 2008
Intertextuality
They fell like autumnal leaves,
tenshi and angels alike,
across language knowledge.
A world of puppets,
marionettes puppetting poppets,
dolllike we look,
upon the evil looking glass,
our consciousness consumed,
by what we cannot reach.
Ningen humans belong,
in the void,
like the mirror we gaze,
inwardly to find nothing.
Life is like a stage,
a platform of marionettes,
with strings cut,
they all fall down.
Joey
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