Tuesday, June 3, 2014

impasse

fading petals aching to give up fragrances.
wailing laughter battling stillness.
or the other way around.
conversational canvases splashed red.
blanks.beeps.a mor(o)se code.
a handful of fire to etch a forgetful memory.
a life lived grasping at straws.

it begins again.

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