Sunday, January 9, 2011

Of panic.

The rest of these tears were lost before they were mine.
Darkness preferred the land and left us
To the lonesome of the sky and no good path.

The wall born of earth and the star lit about
Have collaborated on a dim corridor.

Here sailed the ambitions of other travelers;
Here the course of birds
Unchallenged in their buoyant way.

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