Saturday, November 5, 2011

The Afflicted

What would it mean to me,
should life and love be separated at birth -
A stone, a claw, a clasp of affection? 

Dangerously do I see the leaven shadows 
of a depth undug, 
clinging to the areas lit, 
blindly so,
does the great bird fly. 

Is it a king, a cult, an inexpressive regret?