22 June 2008


622
Nested in the time and thoughtlessly done,
A deed coolly limned by the confederate sun
That paused the shadows to show grief's place--
And this dark covering a distant face.
.
Graceless heart to labor so
In self-love's inversion, to oneself foe.
A hand or eye nor strong nor weak
That buries what it would seek.

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