December 5, 2008

(approximate date)

Jeering with delight This eve,
This night!
Thieves of white by silhouette,
The torment–
Of binding bounds tied by now,
This eve,
As childhood slips back in–
The guilty

The white snow,
Freezing cold breezy cheeks.
Wretchedly wonderful Heaven.

The age of prime.
With age old rhymes–
They are really just fine,
Like the swirling torment of
Overwhelming step-by-step,

But you are surviving it.
You are a part of it,
Producing and pushing forth.

It may be slavery.
It Could mean release.


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