S W O R D

clasp the handle
sword, absolute confidence arbitrate
fear
wilderness words below
dark moon
will not ask when your hands
moving hit
was silent and longing
gravel is sharp
who screamed softly and gone
dissolves in silent night

real distance separating
and stories and dismembered
is the fog of life
even amazing
when light refracts
share hope
: Clasp the hilt sword
ran pick up time
slashing doubt
if a storm raging,
growling in my chest
I will never blow
on black
a pair of balls
eyes

June 22, 2010