Wednesday, April 29, 2009

in sleeping for many days ferrying
dreams overtop skies clouded with
passive embraces, there was a lost
victim dancing on the crisp film
of water above and below
its infinite depths, where
the vampires glow their dead
suns to recede black, and trampling
crushing weights give way to silent
comfort, exhaling rays of rainbows
that many miss in blind masses of
mechanization, to consume coded
better to forget, and beget the value
of love over destruction, all passes
down in trickling lies of trickery,
a light burning backwards so as
to witness where those nights
left the myriad in an overtone
of grace.

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