Sunday, July 31, 2011

[Epilogue]

a hot vapor released

into crystallized metaphor

grazing the horizon

of disinterested desire


enshrouded in shadowlands

re-entangling disjointed pain

you gaze upon the breaking point—

of grace


of hurt

of love

of joy

of pain


speak to me your sonnets

of grace, love, and beauty

drive my hardened heart

dying faith, hope, and need


someone needs renewal

we are starving and scraping

gaping, escaping, breaking

breaking our own hearts


a narrative beats, reaps,

pumps, slams, gives

distributing life, giving

sustenance—awake.


Open your eyes.


Live your life.

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