Wednesday 12/24/2014 12:08:00 AM

the broken sky. all quiet thunder. following the clouds. their tender map. the fortunate bargains men strike witih their personal gods.

small flames navigate the darkness. a single step at a time. the distance in shadows stretched taut.

no destination. everywehre to go.

the weeping moon. a wilting grin. the fragment of a beautiful memory that has forgotten me. a candy house in a forest of broken glass.

poor geometry. the empty box. too heavy to lift. gravity wrestles with the poetry of want. 

the obvious condition. the lazy math.

all these fractions so desperate to become whole.

a few colors. a flash of science. A soft crease in the void.

and then we are no more.

hungry poets in loose skin searching for our bones.

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