Thursday, April 7, 2011

Whence Birds of Prey

     then was something unlike today
     sleepless at first
          now a headful of awareness
     for the skin I shed was careless
     then I found my thirst
     my 'desperate, fevered thirst'

     the memory of an old emotion
     to reawake an old devotion
     align my heart, put pen in motion

     she's

     whence I turned, 
     and from there faced the edge 
     of my reasoning


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