Monday, September 13, 2010


I wait upon a breath
for wings to lapse overtime
conventions, convictions
life foundations
I wear them & chisel them
What happens when the world
your world turns upside down
What trust can you place
in topsy-turvy space
Implications too heavy
to deny I composed a 
draft in my consciousness
and drift to midnight realms
Your words emblazoned
a torch that scarred the wood
I understood
for to be kind and to love
prevails the blackest of veils

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