A hundred miles of silence
Proved ninety nine too many
And a thousand racing thoughts
Too slight for sound
Filled the corridors of my mind
And pressed against my heart
Coursed through my veins
That swelled at my neck
Near bursting at my temples
My hands and lips and knees trembled
Such that I could hardly breathe
The air thick with discomfort
In the haze of disenchantment
That blurs the eyes and burns the throat
While your stomach writhes in the agony
Of sickening defeat
Subversively challenged to a duel
Where the sword that's drawn
Cuts deeper to inflict the wound
You invited in momentary ignorance
Sudo Nym September, 2007 All Rights Reserved
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