July 30th,2015
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I try to connect
These scattered fragments
Of tainted memories:
Withering roses
Drooping like sloughed skin
In the heart's desert;
Half glimpsed suns and moons
Of sweet enlightenment.
Futile attempts to
Fix meaning on the
Incomprehensible.
Long, cold exiles from
The plastic kingdom,
And feathered words
Teeming with beauty
Defying metal ways:
Drifting on the breeze
Of sacred longing.
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