IT CAN END

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It can end

your happy dance

the passage of time

exchange of fluids

no longer stand

the test of time

 

but I am a saint

of the night

and offering solace

I heal the wound

with words and gestures

 

the apocalypse

of the tragic

subsides

in favor of light

 

It is a light

we shall ride

to the dawn

and greet

the rising sun

 

the sacred cows

of past

are assassinated

for new blood

 

the ghosts of fancy

rattle their chains

but hands together

we waltz into dark

assured of day’s return

 

 

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Strangely intriguing write.

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georgeschaefer's picture

strange and intriguing

strange and intriguing describes me to a Tee--I hope.