Whisperings (standard:poetry, 173 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Nov 16 2000	Views/Reads: 4170/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Identity.

Whisperings 

I am the wind whispering of eternity. 

I am silence. 

I am the junkie on the street corner. 

I am the moralist who condemns. 

I am the one who stops to help the stranger. 

I am the one who looks away. 

I am the sick pervert slavering over the dead. 

I am the lamb who nails you to the cross. 

I am that wild joy that sends you running through the meadow. 

I am the rotting corpse that astonishes you on the battlefield. 

I am the slaughterhouse of ideals, the apostle of despair. 

I am all. 

I am all you wish for. 

I am all you fear. 

I am the worm, the leaf and the stone. 

I am every character in every play, in every book. 

I am proud, despicable, profound. 

I am wise. 

I am the prancing fool, the voice of nonsense, the sage of reason. 

I am transcendent.  I trail worlds behind me. 

I am oblivion. 

I am the gate to Heaven. 

I am truth, and I am hell. 

~Will 


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