The crack that widens; an empty well.
Derelict neon signs, the afterglow of fantasia -
soot raining and a seed suspended in twilight.
A searing forge and the hollowed husk of a small town.
Ten thousand voices raised in solidarity and a silent, lonely vow.
The raiment of nobility,
the plumage of life.
Monday, September 23, 2013
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