Friday, September 2, 2011

Sun Still

Cold soul of the universe feel
cursing at planets that steal
those moments revealed,unrehearsed
Its been happening since the big bang burst
I learned lies that spun an epiphany
cursed @ stars with calligraphy
a symphony in enclosed eyes
its all about a gravity..


when the wool pull is devised
and the string theory is
umblical in its ties

the cut

perioxide on the wings
muted speech
but my heart still sings

patience is an offering
freebooting elusive
to thoughts that give and bring
a solar stance prism wince

ever since its position of origin
Iv'e never second guessed the question
of a dawns shining connection
to a dark night of blinding

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