Friday, May 11, 2012

Feasting Black Hole

Where my murmuring loyalty once laid
A feasting black hole is all that remains
Pulling every pointed shard and fragile gaze
Deep into me with pulsing magnetic might
Such total alienation
Brutal expropriation
An eclipses' stolen night 
Such powerful pain, suffering
And woe, bends even the light
I am a beacon, a beaming lighthouse of grief
Living to articulate, the seductive dance of the thief
Instincts to flee
Alas I have lost my hands and my feet
I clutch the possibilities as the world's last egg
I am filled with persistence like the poor who must beg
Walking forward with my eyes closed
Becoming just legs

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