Wednesday, 20 April 2011


We all flood our veins with cocaine, caffeine and vanilla,
plough with purpose through acres of filler.
Stuff our mouths and hearts with empty promises,
purposeful penguins huddled together against sublime nothing.

Cracks appear in the ice burg we're floating on,
crumbling like rocks to sand, ice turns to shards,
we drift off, tiny unique snowflakes in a starry sky,
a shout out to infinity, we at least must try...

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