Poetry from a Time Forgotten for Thursday, July 03, 2008

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Without the Dream

The frail light is a wafer that's hard to swallow. I taste the miles in the bending wheat. The feel of emptiness is like a cage made of broken glass; you can't see out; every memory etched and repeated in every section of brokenness. Your wholeness is the dream you hold on to when the night is... Sign in to see full entry.

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