Monday, July 23, 2012

Blaze of Glory, Poet


The lamp 

Of the lady of night has gone out 
But it’s left a flame 

That still licks your wounds. 


3 comments:

  1. Ah, but the pain is sweet, and the consolation -- well, the scars are harder to make out in the dark.

    (This must be enlightenment?)

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  2. Clearly, you've had a much more personal and traumatic experience with this phenomenon than this epiphenomenon has.

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  3. The phenomenal epicenter of this experience having been eradicated along with the rest of the temporal lobe by a moving vehicle, all that remains to us now is the helpless laughter attendant to moonset.

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