Wednesday, October 31, 2007

icarine dreams

. . . and just when heaven seemed within our grasp, gravity in its spite did intercede, and apparent possibility did ever vanish.
. . . and hope wept.
. . . and faith did turn her back and spread her wings, abandoning her supplicants to shadows and imitations.
. . . and the night stretched on unto death, and ended thence the suffering of the innocent.

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