Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Insanity

Moving like a raindrop
past the point of no return
a heart moves reality
to the voice of blessings urn

Scattered sunshine
broken clouds dot the horizon
Nebulous mist
overshadow patterned moonlight
Fragmented light
turn a shot into a negative
Folding night into a shape of its' own master

Dripping formless shadows
down a fading cliff of spades
a storm moves the ground
to the flick of hands serenade...


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