The Anodyne...

11/12/2009, Friday...

The changelings are having their say..
& I feel the cauldron overflowing.
The certified certitude seems charade..
and the chagrined catarrh overthrows the conscience, this night.

This night, the 'beau monde' might beatify me..
This night, the 'beau monde' might canonize me..
and then, they might cauterize me... this night.

This night, the ready reckoner might beckon..
towards the light of a magical beacon.
This night, could be the night when my soul transcends..
this schismatic space and time.
This night might adjudicate..
This night, could be the night,
the night when my life ends..
This night, could well be my anodyne....


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...