Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Time's mistress recoiled in

Time's mistress recoiled in
a desert of wandering beats
whose poetry on the mantle
of souls is burned in our
minds eye and fools have
witnessed more beauty than
I. When built by truth's
hammer, we turn once again
to the prophet of the hour
and distinguished gazes
follow the disappointments
of children on christmas
morning - We MUST correct.

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