Friday, October 7, 2011


Have a care:
I can't stand to stare in your glare.
The bloom of light bleeds white through all shapes 'til I'm sightless on scapeless space.
I close my eyes and the lids are too thin to keep these particular waves from getting in.

Now hidden in the dark, my mind's dimmed.
Memories display replayed simulacra of the bright recesses which blessed me with receiving a viewing.
I couldn't keep witnessing yet I'll keep believing.

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