Thursday, November 14, 2013

My Martyrdom

Quite often,
I become a martyr of my good intention;
Words swirl my mind in reflection
With a blister in heart.
I inquire in naivity
Whether intentions are so un-codable.
In desperation, I recall creation myth
To inquire, if god would have used
'Let there be light'
Being afraid of intention coders!

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