November 4 2013


There are answers

My lips won’t yield

Silence has always

Kept my shadow fair

When it dies unspoken

Where’s the virtue?


No matter how

Courageous the struggle

My open palms

Remain starless

When it doesn’t happen

What’s the justification?


My pride won’t allow

Unalterable weakness

In blood, I find hope

Don’t make me confess

My aberrations

As if they were




Is the hand

That discards

Any flower that

Doesn’t divine

With certainty

The proposed




Is the heart

That holds


As the default


Too busy today

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