December 16, 2008

The moon shines through swollen flurries,
As this mind bleeds through quiet theories.
And time wreaks havoc on the weary,
As fate retakes the final quiry.

The repetitive tasks,
Reap the beauty from sleep,
And a winter walk.
Winter tires.
The reckless deeds
To a lump sum
Of burning rum–
And the fires
Smothered by
All acts of huddling.
So run!
Keep running.


Luna’s soft, cool kiss-
If only she could bless
These cheeks of warmth,
And of love,
To weep.
And sleep to reverberate–
Reinvent inertia.


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