Lost in the Dark of White

Brilliant powder prances swiftly on the land

Brightness alleviates desire for man’s instruments

Dance and frolic, remember the fun, light shakes

We want more; we always want more thick shine

When more is here, we freeze, we stutter, we hide

Fears of insane crunching metals stopping humanity

Avoid the madness, bring more, dance and run away

More becomes the nothingness that blesses us


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  1. #1 by Sirenum Scopuli on January 9, 2011 - 9:03 pm

    Not looking forward to the snow, huh?

    • #2 by Carl on January 9, 2011 - 9:42 pm

      Ah, the snow is fantastic! The people of the city do not mix well with the snow, and that is something to run from…

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