Friday, January 18, 2013

eh

last night you broke through again,
as so often you do,

a forceful finger that is
Always Pressing

into

it(
So fragile already)
the yawn
and the eyelash.

What tiny effort you must exude
to intrude,

with burst
into the delicate soap bubble
of the midnight
mind.

Do you not know by now

how unwanted is your silhouette
within the ally,
how painfully unpleasant
that your essence has become?

if it weren't for prayers
and all twelve stairs
the stolen flutters
may have opened shutters
that would
have
swallowed
more than
hope.



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