Friday, July 10, 2009

stumbled hungry as an anchorite
through the deserts of your aspiration

found no temple in the drifting sands
saw no trace of a history or a renewal

supplicated your compassion
detached as a idol from its imagined altar

at a shrine of someone else's beauty--

a long way to go       for nothing--

                                     Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

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