Tuesday, July 12, 2011

shores expanded, uselessly

paper butterflies swarm
to explode an already escaped soul

bliss that was once there
died in a fit of raging incompetence
and returned half hearted
and fragmented

blood stains sat too long to fade
tainted mourning drops of dewy expressions

reminders of the world beyond
the imagined beauty

violet adhesion, vascular deformity

cuts like the serrated edge of a circular saw
infinite destruction

disintegrating napkins transformed to purified gold
giving peace to another
another other

lines in the sand
I crave a high tide
to wash me free from them
my invisible prison

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