Thursday, 21 May 2009


With every second’s beckoning,
Every moment’s hold,
Every instant spent
I have held,
And will so fend off spite’s soft kiss
Its silent strike,
Its irresistible mission,
Underpinning everything with
Frisson, whose pivots balance
Awfully and bitter splinters have already
Offered their services where cracks
Have crept into the mainframe;
Promising an end of headaches all
For one wicked wish,
One slipped risk, regardless
Of requirement, eliciting desires
Never felt in sense’s realm and
Never needed in my own
Defence except against the
Venom of self’s angst.

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