Tuesday, April 24, 2012

sonnet ninety

stars marvel at your
shackled, bleeding limbs,
carrying the infinite
motion of blood and water

the raw, naked, pure
and haunting realities
that make you who you
are, under the imagined

silence of one such a
night - in the midst of
recurring dreams and

faceless strangers we meet,
traveling to oblivion, seeking
a destination, a common ground.

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