The solid grit of daylight fell
into a breeze that gathered all
Like paper swans, a metamorphosis,
a vastness drawn
I watched it settle to a glassy wane
and wondered, did the moon?
This magnitude of life behind a cloth of skin
A flutter, and the meaning wrenched…
If life alone is isolation
I am one step closer in a dream

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. skyraftwanderer
    Aug 05, 2013 @ 01:33:09

    Beautiful writing.

    Reply

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