Tuesday, July 10, 2012

sonnet one hundred seventy six

a shiver releasing a tremor,
an argument unveiling the
havoc, but what truly matters
is how not you put out the

fire but rather how you
face it and embrace it
and build a cloud
from it, until

it empties itself in one
languorous downpour, trapping
you and i under the

silken night sky, we look above
and see the infinite brightness
of ember and light.

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