Sunday, July 15, 2012

sonnet one hundred eighty eight

possibilities of disasters,
binaries in affirmations,
all lead to one truth - you -
a faithful, hazy sky

to a midnight soaked in
orange rush, a silent
reverie crushing
nightmares that make me

tremble, a hopeful shade
of being, destroying nothingness,
an unexpected delight amidst

loneliness and soul-searching,
you have become all these
beautiful things, and more.

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