Saturday 18 January 2014

In Grateful Disgrace

Creative destructions
of boundless ruptures.
Shattered windows, severed 
memories. Divinity and 
sweet resolution with 
awful repercussion.

Banishment from reason,
we push our wrists into 
grafted oblivions.
Are we grateful?
Caressed moonlight
bring blackened soul light. 

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