Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Numbers 14: In Writing

erase me
and dissolve to dew
words unweaving, fraying, fleeing

the bonds not unbound
the crashing carcass
that falls down down down

to night’s  gaping want
where days mean years
mean life
and countless cries
cannot claw
their way up

Can you bear
the despair?
carry me
in a void heavy
with promise
bear my weight
of being

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