between the length of the hour
and the rightness of the rain
misery stands steady to cower
as revisions hold out for the
penance of the pain
abstract reasoning cues up
itself
to die miserably in vain
though somewhat visionary
in the moment's recollection
still
many an ignorance
shouts profane
whether modified or nullified
true revenge holds out for
no real gain
when
'The Whispers Among Such Tears'
cascade for sorrow's regret
to silently drain
their host of any other possible
refrain....................
(July 10, 2011 1201am)