To Vomit the Undigestible

Friday, April 27, 2007

Inconclusive Ones.

We decided not to say
That we're going away
Taking leave
Falling astray
We decided that we'd fly fast through clouds
Like deflating balloons
And fly on to different suns
But not a word
For the leaving.

And that day
When you abruptly held my wrist
And dissappeared
Into thinner air
Suddenly
And suddenly
I felt that it was better
To let you go (for a while)
Without words
That could only weep
As we know
That an end doesn't always justify its means
We are the Inconclusive Ones
Rich in mystery and intensity, and without
End.

- Toto Vellani

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