Saturday, August 23, 2014

In and Out
The moon comes in and out of focus
For now though, he is happy
The darkness suffers concussions.

A rehearsal before the mirror
Of multiple faces, of fingernails,
They ends with punches.

He cries, he cries in silence
An antidote to the sterility,
 A page is re- written.

Hope; it comes and goes
Lurching from anger to pain
And things about to get worse.

There will be fire inside simmering
For now the Universe is at peace. 
His eyes are frozen in tears.

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