Sunday, October 21, 2012

How vulnerable
that seeing you is a dance
through confusing song

My heart yearns for truth-
for answer, knowledge, closure
(though mind fears they'll stop)

Anticipation
twain on the fence of a blade
an abyss of hope

Our past feeds foresight
an experienced wish for
closed-eyed clarity

Yet with transference
Daylight brings a blinding glare
horizonless. blind.

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