Monday, August 19, 2013


The fruition of dreams leaves us barren
light comes knocking on the walls
to be joined and unanswered
the stream of things
flickers past without a target
we are left tied to glaciers
that freeze the manes of mammoths
around our wrists because
something old and large must
be stopped to death
something young and small
must be frustrated
and kept against the ice
to struggle brightly

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