Thursday, February 02, 2012


the treasure is the final promise
beginning and end foretold
the journey is the junket selling
half the price for half the soul
it may well be grand progression
but if you're not fully sold
through the driving storm
a darkness bursts aflame
into magic, threading onyx silence
a matching night beyond the walls
on the glass melting
is a tiny perfect snowflake

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