Friday, December 27, 2013

Wooden Beads

Trickling from eyes
Down cheeks
Sunken spirit
In a knightly ritual
Stinging orbs
Saline skin
Silently begging
With redundant words
Decade after decade
Pleading for
High resolutions
To daily lows
Under a pitch shadow
A sopping pillow
The evaporation
Of distress
By first light
In the clarity
Of aurora

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