Wednesday, July 4, 2007

The Architect

Suffering through the third design

the iron conscripts of your will

traded places for pleasure

watched the rippled moon rise


from the great black lake

of deeply driven

dark dogwood blossom


assaulted night

from the banks of a dry splintered beach

the cars crackle by

from within the engines of fire

the fury behind your eyes

from the reverberating gaze fixed gaze

stare unblinking

all these millions of expenses

all of these wounded winter months


like stone column textured time

broken arrows sing sailing and fused

impacted and resonating

in your spine

I believe in your victory

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