NO RESOLVE

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Writing in a dead mans diary, with a celtic knot in my throat. Twice death, the pain of the lonliest souls.
The barred windows forbid unwelcome entrance into the shrine, Temple of the Left Behind.
Too weak to make the journey, the sojourn to Nirvana. The catatonic drift, my leaden arms won't move. I hear but cannot answer to your call.
Yet I try, I will, if only in my mind.
I wrestle in a conflict that has no resolve, no resolve.`