Monday, April 13, 2015

the signature

with a breath of polemic past
and an eye to rushing ground
the sky so blue and overcast
trying to still that roaring sound
inexorable in its telling
we are, for now
and no amount of ancestry
or rainbows, or hate
can change this
our one defense to blindness
is to play pretense
and spread hope
whatever that means

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