Wednesday, December 2, 2015

I'm busting through the hedges

I'm prancing on the lawn

I'm trying to convince

the forsaken that all is not lost

but who will take a mad man

at his word when the weight of the earth

pulls us down into a grave that cannot

catch the soul free of its silver cord?

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