Friday, January 13, 2012


Spun from an echo
in the renderings
some dormant Valkyrie
reigns the perceptible
in the same balks
an ejection that casts
everything to equilibrium.

Feeling the same vacancy
Habitually, incessantly
Annealing anything
Into the whimpers of loss
That Tasted conquest
Only to be forgotten and retroactively revived
but that is not the same;
as the frost has little effect
on that which has evacuated into memory

recollecting refractions of the truth
but none so eloquent enough
to engineer any future
where everything pales to justification
no matter how artificial
I feel you in the depths of my water


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