Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Main Event

...has come and gone
unrecognised, but unfolding,
wave upon wave,
shaping everything
in strange new forms.
Dodge, run, mask,
do whatever you will,
it will still change you
because it is the main event.
Where did it start?
Maybe a lost lover,
a pact with the devil,
or one word perfectly spoken
at the perfect time.




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