Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Running
I wait for
The sullen night.
The sunset
Seems to melt
Away, clouds
Drip and nothing
But eagles and
Angels are
Available to strip
Away the bawdy
Memories of
Flaws and fails.
Running in
Puzzles and
Insecure with rashes
Of paranoid, I
Seem to have
Lost the cushion
That softened
The blow that
Only life
Can sear
Into my mind.
August 20, 2010
The sullen night.
The sunset
Seems to melt
Away, clouds
Drip and nothing
But eagles and
Angels are
Available to strip
Away the bawdy
Memories of
Flaws and fails.
Running in
Puzzles and
Insecure with rashes
Of paranoid, I
Seem to have
Lost the cushion
That softened
The blow that
Only life
Can sear
Into my mind.
August 20, 2010
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The Running
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