poetomachia

14 July 2009 at 8:14 am

warrant

and now the hours drag and
my breath is held against
some unforeseen hoped for
prophesied forgotten
pain

do we understand
do we know
and yet we dare to draw near
can we hope to understand
audacity is our warrant to search
but this same entitlement is bourne
of the gift of cleverness

by MattWriks  

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