Tuesday, March 6, 2012

sonnet seventy eight

moments trembling at
the sight of flames,
gauging the gravity
of an epiphany -

a notion, a thought,
a mark, a stigma,
an unending, unfleeting,
dawning of things we

we wish to embrace, of truths
we wish to cage, of virtues
we wish to defy

holding ourselves up against
an upheaval, a separation,
a frantic conundrum.

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