Thursday 26 August 2010

Prometheus


Go on,


Hold his hand, 
talk to him gently, 
look him straight in the eyes, 
you only know, 
let him have your sweet taste of fulfilment.

Broken space continuous time,
seconds travelling in the void, 
a senseless activity in momentous sights.

Oh Prometheus! Turn off the light.
One your original face 
Come and join us, in, this grandiose theatre of eternity

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