Friday, December 25, 2009

Wrinkles of History

There are
Wrinkles


On the face of your history
On the face of my history

And we were born
Inside those wrinkles of our histories

We reside like hungry parasites


In the slums
Of history’s old body

We consume slang living with our cheap wine

We
Are
Alienated
But alive


Wait
History has not come to an end
It has just begun:
What’s inside your mind?

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