August 10, 2010

Fate Cut

Posted in Uncategorized at 8:27 pm by bizarrerhymes

Two saplings connected by a thorny hedge
Surviving hard winters – oxygenating
Underneath the sods – roots touching
Evading the sharp blade to reach at cotton wool.

One will mix with metal and leather
One will mix with air and water.

They grow but circumstance rips at the quiet
The greenest is fashioned, formed, felt
Felt, silver, glass, electricity are now colleagues
To be stimulated by a liquid and cloth.

He sees seduction, comfort, luxury
And stays his time to last as long
As any water drinking, sight-giving veins
But is laced satin and lace his place.

One mixed with metal and leather
One mixed with air and water.
Who cut the fate?
Who dealt the blow?
Will no-one know?

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