Thursday, January 5, 2012

sonnet twenty nine

take away all that you
know i could give, all
that you know i could offer -
blurred, tangerine skies,

cracked, parched earth,
thoughtless notions that
exist only in my head,
even the sometimes irrational,

illogical self-destruction
and gather me, make me
whole, re-create, reassemble

with much faith that
it blinds and cripples all
void and blackness.

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