Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Brush the Dust

Beckoning threatenings
and winding wandering mills.
what are the rules of this unfamiliar world?

Sink into my harmony 
and dance my dance darling

a chilly breath
a forlorn glance
and a sole heart wielding blindly
who wins a fight against a blindfolded soldier?

Cloak your reality in a steadfast act
The fear is swallowed,
the eyes silenced.

There must be a horizon
along this blanketed foggy mass
somewhere.
somewhere.
somewhere.
-AJM

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