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Thursday, August 19, 2010

bleach





















fallen mirrors, shattered glass
anxious clock, how 
you tick with tomorrow,
blood white with the past.

oh, bathe us in that spell you cast


through stolen vases grow,
the reddest of rose
retain the last of all color
it is only he, who knows


in grey undertones
we run to the light and
only in horror, shall we 
unite


though laced in lies, 
in through cold hands 
sneaks nightmares
ablaze amber in memory
burn the blanket who
save us from
mystery. 

red rain come
murder our certainty,
drain doubt,
as you glimmer ambiguity



gold blends rots to green
and
wonder to bewilder






no longer do the crimson
leaves  breathe in
the green upon
their fall fall,
transcend the clocks,
resume the awe.





the black hue of nothing
bleach trhough the prism of everything

-mm