clouds weep grace, impress a stain upon this dream
nightmares of indecision hope and sacrifice
meaningless is meaning, less than we know
but the eyes of dawn blink and shutter as
memory waves and makes ghost faces at the
naked unborn children choking on their wombs
unfettered by the im-perilous scope of this
impatience magnitude drowned in the hands
of the raped and the damned and the crusted
with star-crossed voyages to immediacy
of temper and reign while blinking
faking the impossible and making it look real
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