the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Been Released

These territories are drawn with
Something I've gone long without.
False shouts respond to echoes
Some hundreds of miles away,
But the mountain face only changes
With unforgiven perspective.
Reconciliation is respective to grape vine,
But settlement is better lent
To catching up with time.
From hyperventilation,
Condensation comes like smoke.
The trees rustle to silence,
Defiance sinks into the snow.

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