Saturday, March 28, 2015

In the vast now of your ocean
timekeepers slip away from Sundays
April after April she wanes
for me

Moonblood expectations deliver
souls with perfect dawn
(nighttime with it's imprecise
melancholy
always asks for the same thing)

the beautiful forgiveness of
nothing

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