23 Dec 2010

one lone path among the hills
starlight stranded through the trees
i am a stranger to this world of forms
having grown in the shadow to be a man
(where the fictions lived, often silent)
and so i walked the edge to seek the light
until the winds became hard
until breathing had consequences
where structures reach into the future
and the path does not vanish behind me
to live where stars sound solemnity
and fires may dance in the blood
(to have lost the day i die)

posted by John H. Doe @ 7:02 pm

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