"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

FOR JACK AND JOHN


So pour the salt upon my wounds and laugh
Then lift your glass and toast your false fortune
And tell yourself you've earned all that you stole -
The air of we who breathe our last too soon.
I saw delights like those that succour you -
Almost tasted the sweet amongst the tart -
But now I crave only what my soul needs
And all I have feeds me and salves my heart.
While dupes and fools still strut and strive for jewels
I stroll and roam a world you fail to see;
I fly above rainbows and pots of gold -
Places where markets' slaves could never be.
Cheap frauds like you will always be around
But your history will never make a sound.


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