Thursday, March 11, 2010

Catch twenty two.

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7x7 AINT ENOUGH

Descending star of youth
Fade to white
Old light aged
By travel exudes
Health
From dwarfed past.
Love holds no points
Hostage
But instead rules
Connecting fearful
To fearful
Providing old light
Bright from old shoulders
Muddied by sons and daughters.
My father's star
Is small, not humble
Cold blue
Sight does deceive
As a glow warmer than bright
Does resurrect
Old, dead limbs
Frozen from exposure,
Hidden and packed
In white denial.
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