My heart shivers, snowed in
with a winter of silence
armored and unjointed endless
a slaughter drowning the wind-
It knows not the refuge
between my night and yours
where valkyrie shield my brow
with hands of heavenly glass
crooked fast with rings leafing
with the cold morning sun-
It runs wild and kills
its fellows lest they sing
and sleep another night-
it vows to perish here
at my hand and yours.
So much to say, yet at a loss for words.
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Sunday, July 29, 2012
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