Magnificent

The flame just begins

Mildly

I see the window

Has faces that call

Come,

Into this dream

Tell us

Why there is nothing

Before

The night

But just light

And fright

How the day would end…

I scream hard

No, I want no help-

The faces have a way to do everything!

Indeed, I seek none

Apologies

At death-

I don’t want emails

And words that spread

Like ripples in the ponds of thought

Wrinkled

And twisted

In a vacant lot

Of crumpled papers

That carried my song!

kbdgr8est

05 July 2008