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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Storm Water

Saints rose 
Flown higher now in grass sown white 
Travel like pollen through the nearby breeze 
Lake of storm water, windows to soul's vision 
See with a fear not known to human 
Just sees the name on concrete 

The name before.
The year.  
The rose after...
The haven. 

Concept buried under but not deep 
Held like an oxygen tank 
In close arms 
Never breathing quite the same. 
The spring of benevolent beauty 
Gone with the disease... 
Every mourning uncertain. 
Of light to darkness and darkness to unending space.

Lake of storm water, windows to soul's vision 
See with a fear not known to human.  
Just sees the name on concrete 

The name before.
The year.  

The rose after...


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