Treasure Island

gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

foundation of despair


Only on the firm foundation of despair
can habitations of the soul be built
upon the sands of time in which we dare
to turn our backs on gratifying guilt.

Only on the firm foundation of despair
can we sometimes with dignity emerge
unwounded by illusions caused by care
and optimism that we’ve failed to purge.

8/25/06

Submitted: Friday, August 25, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010

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  • Joe Breunig (8/25/2006 11:39:00 AM)

    Another brilliant write; but you'll have to pardon me for retaining some optimism and joy. (Report) Reply

  • Sean North (8/25/2006 10:03:00 AM)

    thought provoking, short and sweet Gershon, reminds me of a chinese story about dogs and demons in a way... (Report) Reply

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