The Muse

There exists a universe where I'm known as Lima. You aren't allowed there.
There exists another universe in which Lima walks. You are already here.
You have entered because you can appreciate style while ignoring content. You had been warned.
P.S. Don't bash me up if you find haiku or plain prose here.

Thursday, November 21, 2013


Alas, dear sun, your light is lost,
In the fog of wintry revelation,
O lowly earthen lamp you are,
The one true hope of salvation.

Alas I was distracted by,
The glory of your glare and glow,
And I ignored my faithful lamp,
Which burns but softly, steady and slow.

Perhaps my hatred was but a dream,
And my love eclipsed by pride,
For the chilly winds of the truth have blown,
My misconceptions aside.
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