Alone

I'm all alone amidst myriad brimming stars, and the languishing moon at gelid water's edge, beleaguered by my past sins of concupiscence, and the segue of cause and effect. I wish I knew the scallop- edged difference between illusion and reality, and walked into the freedom of the night, without being caught in the semiotic jungle of delusions. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 04:09 AM PST   20 • 0 • 1