As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

fickle moments of love

the constant
the storms
the trouble
your blue of blues
the loop
the dives
the wanted
your done is well
the loom
the worry
the surrender
your tracks are marked
the beneath
the silence
the slaughter
your presence

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