Friday, November 13, 2015

taken down again

in the shadow of bare limbs

how can anyone

bury their eyes in the dirt

when the day's brilliance sears?

how can anyone cup their ears

and plead deafness when the music

surrounds the heart and subsumes concentration?

the soul itself borne away on the shoulders of the spheres?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

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