Thursday, December 8, 2011

Tis the season

Observing the bedlam
December composed
From holiday to holy
Day like a temporary
Blindness & a bit of
Pain to vein a blood
Encrusted eye tears
Fall inaudible as a
Whispered impulse
Or misguided prayer
While angels sing
Of stars bells ring
Loud enough to raise
The dead or alarm
The quick from out
Their bed roused
From delusion's
Sacred respite


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