Saturday, March 28, 2015

NEVER UNDERSTOOD

Never understood
by my own loneliness
born in grief
with a mystic sense
of mistaken snapshots
surviving by rebirths
of nature's making
and night music's comfort
a man of the dawn's ashes
in a survivors grey suit
speaking an alembic
alphabet language
in a foreign tongue
and body count
of momentary day dreams.


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