Wednesday, March 12, 2014

He is Just a Violin Crying in the Dark

A barefaced unspeakable dawn
Creeps up in the weight of living

--crocuses poking through the snow
One by one, crown my brothers
As they crawl through the veil of night
Telling dreams from one another:

The cloudless above our heads
Terrifies nicotine youth-
The silence on a tongue
Giving it a name

Sweetening an age between words-
Of a supine vision tucked in at daybreak
“Let him go,
He is just a violin crying in the dark”

“Laugh.

It’s only just begun”

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