the light of blight
in our minds it's the craze
we ingest it in our ways
trip on the invisible
slip on the divisible
cryptic delusional
crept in confusin all
do we know how or when?
do we care if foe or friend?
time has seen its procession
all included in succession
you think it wise
you it will evermore despise
it left you a mark
transparent yet it's dark
© December 24, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
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