February fourth, two thousand eleven:
Clairvoyance ignites phosphorescence
And consumes flames from yesterday.
Shadows encircle the somnolence that
Will incarcerate our burdens in a box.
Asphyxiated ashes fly to their graves,
Searching for the fleeting veracities
That will soon guide us to tranquility.
Juvenescence stomps on winter’s soul
And pierces the incandescent ice of lies.
Charcoal paints the remnants of smoke.
Can you see the signs lingering behind?
Friday Feb 2 @ 08:48pmtagged as: thoughts. poetry. photography. 365 Amalgams.
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