across the span of inconsistency
lives a flame
an ember,
trying to survive
believing yet
in the unspoken subtext

latent knowledge aside
gave no never mind,
inside the eyes of
gracious understanding

the hands that reach
are they true?
will they remain steadfast
in the storm of sudden realization
or simply drop away
as did many others before,
unable

the mystery of the equinox
was made clear
by your deliverance
and for once I thought we were standing firm
on the same stage,
I could be wrong

illusions rushed
when the canary sang
and then suddenly dropped.
my lips are sealed,
they always are.
my walk will be a quiet one, tonight

3.26.10

03/26/2010

Posted on 03/27/2010
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