retrospect: snipers scope, feb.20.05.

the snipers scope carves
the world into quadrants

life inside
of the enemies eyes
A lens that disects
the smallest weakness
and amplifies fear a thousand times.
distills hatred into poison

Until the bullet of logic
deciphers the back of yr. skull
blasting loveblind eyes

The shattered vase of memory
still ripe with red flowers.

All of tomorrows plans
unrealized, unlaundered, unlived.

The palace you were building
made of imaginary stones.
The wife, father,
mother,child and grandparents,
the family tree
severed

dissapear sooner than a blink
quicker than the flickering flame