Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A poem for the masses

                                Screen savers

                juxtaposed across blackened shadows
streams of light and borrowed atoms
                            sorrow fails to disrupt the clouds
      days of succumbing to open wounds
                                                                droplets terminate the desktop of pictures
    washed away in turbulent cries
                       glassy tips of twirling reduction
                     distinguished marks passing through 
                                                                   funneling carriage rides to darkness

                                                                                  burning pages before buried breathless

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