Thursday, July 19, 2007

drowning into slumber

Glaring hands in agreement

in ferocious intent

in murderous conditions

met not with fear but with confidence

eternal passing past and rediscovered

the heart blind dialogue

as a resurgence of youth

snow-blind and realized a foreign sensibility

to recline on the wings of a drowning day

unborn emotion forlorn and lost

the glass reflects and conveys the slow slipping sound

of a last word, a last breath before..


lies/truth grow together

grow as separate on the charged landscape of blanketing sound

this is hope to comfort

to understand a point in time that returns us

ghosts passing not passing

not existing in a way

where and when

in the inclination of a drowning day

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