Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Wasp

Fighting off the pain
Turning away in shame
Awakening inside of you
I know who to blame

Trust knows no anger
Lust knows no end

I am the inexorably radiant drone
But at least mine is made of stone

Pushing out of flight
Avoiding another plight

Enter, Exit, Escape

Make me see, find a way
Gathering of infections
All your collections

Sense.

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