Thursday, March 12, 2015


Hard honest edges of crystalline indifference,
honed against, so serendipitous , this
hostile universe of emptiness and light.
Projected meanings pulse onto stars and trees,
Patches of grass above solemn corpses, and weeds
were not allowed to grow, in light
of what the mind behind the bones once did.
Projected meanings only time may rid -
with distance to see the dead | in new light.
We dance within an empty place,
With what meaning we may make.
Choose well wisely, axiomatic,
and carefully culled, autodidactic,
to guide you through the night;
You are your only light.

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