Sunday, November 1, 2015

Tonight’s Impression 11/1/15


Dig, deep into unlikely crevices.
Unsightly blemishes
covered in mud, old crusted blood,
more suffering than shame.
If none know my name,
can they curse me?
Always rehearsing for
untended curtains, productionless
plays.
Say something! as long as it cues
my wise response.
Make me believe what I want
is a true guiding star.
Then make me believe what I want
is at your command.


11/1/15

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