Sunday, December 21, 2014

Angels' Mercy

The iron door cringes at
The creak of hinges old
Beyond time flattened
Against the wall hangs
A pall heavy of regret
Yet light in the memory
Of mirrors swirling in
Random patterns long
Divested of any divine
Reflection / from an
Open window comes
The rush of escaped
Conviction

KE

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