Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Land's Ocean

Create me a burning. Not of tree, man or land. Not of the mind, willing ill. Not of derailment or disreguard. Not of desire, seeking only own. Of purity. Of clarity. Of devotion. Of please. Let my sought have been never vain. Vainity bringing conformity. Let my soul be swift, exceeding my clay. Doing yet burning, more.

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