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Sunday, July 10, 2011

dreadnought



In this new place you have finally found your peace,
but you have become offensive to others.
  Your resoluteness is not understood.
  Your death to concern about this place is not liked.
  Your strength has become an affront.
  You have lost the human touch.
  You have the hardness of angels.
Who are you now anyway?
What kind of immortal creature have you become?
  Are
        you
              now in the uncreated?
                                        Beyond the beautiful.
Beautifully strong in the disaster.
Inciting, enticing lovers to be all around you.
Honey, how well you do it!
You will break every one of them.
You will teach them how to pass through.
At last, with you all is real.