Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Wronged.

I thought we met halfway -
but the echoes of the antagonism 
     crashing, pierces and bursts
the accumulation of hopes
solidified into a pretensiousness
lived for the happiness of others.

The enormosity of fully energized 
forces repelled by the others' 
un-complementary ways is the 
dynamic explosion, which at 160km/hour
springs back at a speed
greater than it took to arrive.

Parallelism cease to exist,
 it's comprehension manipulated
by the modernist and pragmatic repenter
to result into a deformity of the path
supposedly perfected
by a give and take approach.

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