2007.


Allegations of Wrongdoing

We are a reluctant conspiracy of
seamless constellations. You collide with me,
a volatile spirit on a cherry blossom swing:

Some say we're lost, but we've breached the skyline.

The years of pain taught me to
restrain my glory; but you, a fraudulent phoenix
enticed me to discard my uncertainty,
the infinity of a promised explosion countervailing its
innumerable hazards.

But I had to learn to quell those magenta desires
and when you snapped, I turned from this platinum corridor;

You think you're never wrong, but
it's a total black eye to be completely ignored.

Perhaps with copper etched in tubular steel
your final victory is immortalized: but I
though at a longevity risk, will count your youthful tomb adjacent
to the faded memories of our once-mutual vantage points
buried with your withered husk beneath
the solitary sequoia.

Your final victory is my greatest lament.




Poetry by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2008-10-04 at 19:26

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