2020-11-02 06:56

Massive storms, lightning,
sleet. Undone

within hours. Terminal
joy, undocumented

in any concordance.
These ponderous

symphonies, untroubled by
tonality. Humiliated

and reduced. Unexpected
consequences? Light,

negligent dreams, unhindered
by morals.

(2004-05-12)

poem persona

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