Wednesday, October 24, 2012


There are some fantasies so fantastic
they claw themselves deep into the brain,
and set up a permanent habitation. 

Cerebral function ceases
all productive means
of procuring happiness
because no reality can ever
climb the basic rule of thumb
this imprint demands.

The leaves will turn,
no matter how green the mind. 
The sky will darken,
no matter how radiant the dream.

Authenticity escapes ability
as bitterness begins
to boil below the membranes. 

A skull can only hold
so much before it ruptures,
while hope alone
elasticizes the marrow.

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