Friday, November 4, 2011

My Willingness is Peak


My Willingness is Peak

Senseless, seem-less antiquities born again, 
evident and fraud, 
spurious,
 the unobtainable, 
the routine blue?
     The search for the exotic high, a ring on a toe from a season of the mad, 
The feline mask of taunted paranoia.
Prominence revoked so willingly, so full of curious expectation.
Homely, bland, insipid…
To reflect a soul in color is brilliance, brilliantly sown.
Closure embedded, heartily entrenched, 
My willingness is peak,
My dissolution is apparent;
Quietus.


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