My Purpose

Esoteric:- private; secret; confidential; only for special people, like you :)

Saturday 11 February 2012


White Petals Black Petrol

It’s like when you see snow falling.
Then you realise,
it’s actually the white petals of spring
they are falling.

It’s the beauty of a dove,
tumbling from the sky.
Or a candle blowing out,
or a red autumn leaf, fading.

It’s angelic and demonic;
It’s human
- whatever that is?
Coz I don’t know.

It’s my secret.
But everybody knows.
But everybody keeps forgetting.
And it’s crooked, like a beautiful, old, tree.

It’s thick black petrol.
Drifting over white ice.
You set it alight
and suddenly, you have water, and fire.


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