Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Diminuendo
Breaths syncopated
By the frozen cadence of
A breeze blinking disaster.
The dirge of fall,
A cynosure that captures
Hearty souls fouls lust.
Our whispers, a diminuendo
Of distrust, breaking like
Branches interluding silence.
We are no virtuoso, merely
Saints lined up against the wall,
Taking music notes to the gut
Like bullets to the head.
12-1-10
By the frozen cadence of
A breeze blinking disaster.
The dirge of fall,
A cynosure that captures
Hearty souls fouls lust.
Our whispers, a diminuendo
Of distrust, breaking like
Branches interluding silence.
We are no virtuoso, merely
Saints lined up against the wall,
Taking music notes to the gut
Like bullets to the head.
12-1-10
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