Friday, April 20, 2012

la luz

By then I'd realize that I am operating under a tremendous influence of unnamed demons. Demons complicated. Demons incomprehensible. Demons rebellious. Demons unfeeling. As one claws underway and one rises above scathing my soul, the feeling of redemption surfaces: A tinge of light still casts itself over me. Too complicated it reduces definitions to the simplest. Too incomprehensible it leaves the essential. Too rebellious it impresses the indelible. Too unfeeling it cements the right groove.

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