Monday, January 14, 2013


Hope dies in this building
Like a lesson that’s never
Learned mispronounced
Of action & result staring
Into the eyes of abandon
Listening for the joy that
Hardly comes but once in
The midst of a calamitous
Shriek & drowns out too
Quickly of its own accord
Searching for the door &
The prospects of a silent
Journey home reflecting
On the abuse of reason


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