August Third…..2011

I awake from twelve hours of darkness and the thread is tightening daily….

a pattern emerges beyond this vast horizon

I expect to see your face….

a mirage

in my mirror I am marked by my tears

burning through forever

this flame

flickers at its prospect of new life.

Do we shirk its existence or feed it with the deadened trees as they fall in the forest which has seperated us

I hear you coming with your sickle and lithe beating like a drum

your path through the dense growth of our moral decay

my heart is beating to your rhythm

until the moment of synchronicity

one sound by which the whole world turns.

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