Thursday, 12 February 2009

Untitled

If it should
One day
Be proven;

That boredom is the avoidance of horror,
That hatred runs through life –
Like a cat scampering through wet trees at dawn,
Like a knife over the surface of an ice cube –
That all things are unknowable
That daring is a falling with purpose:

Then
And only then
Will the need for vindication arise.