Keeper Of The Flame

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 POINTLESS

We were looking at the soft lights
Flickering from the loft lights
In the apartment across the way



Sleep darted around, evading us
Morning sunlight was fading us
Sun coming up across the bay




But what were we to do with time
Between us not one thin dime
No motivation, no words to say...



 
Raindrops sparkling like chandeliers
Firing missiles from bandoleers
In a caricature of volley fray




We seemed transfixed and frozen
In a quandary, pathway unchosen
Unmolded bits of primordial clay



 
Was there a need for us to arise
To see what industriousness buys
When skies are cold, dripping grey



 
If food were not of urgent need
Causing an insurgent greed
We would relax and we would stay



 
We didn't want the rain to clear
'Cause now we have to leave from here
And start another pointless day....





July 22, 2012







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