Monday, November 23, 2009

Allure of surrender

I resist.
As the nail resists the hammer, I resist.
As the tinder resists the flame, I resist.
The record must show; I resist.
The rain pours down and I push against the deluge.
Like the moth against the hurricane, I resist.
The force and fury of ten thousand velvet wings beat me to a puddle where I lie upon the stone, but never let it be said that I did not..

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