the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

A Fork Splitting Embers

I place bets on a table set with
The silverware that compliments
These avant-garde accomplishments
As one goes dull for another's light
To slip enough to strike a match
Now uncontested, unattached.
And I burned down so hard, so fast,
But the shards of glass just fractured light
From the flames through smoke that rose so high.

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