Friday, January 24, 2014

I Know

Stance and the romance of
success — this transcendental
knowledge.  This place which
exists — which flows with the
wide brushstrokes of a river.

This valley which caves inward
to the money deltas where we
would all love to live;  forage for
sunlight with a pose back-dropped
by success’s self-esteem.

When rain falls and drums its way
along the spine of all my words
I wonder if anyone has heard
the least and most of my tales
the lies that litter the walkways

of all our lives.

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