orgami's Diaryland Diary

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just something I cooked up past my bedtime

cookie cutter stars gleam
fixed to their curtian glade

nights cool charms spellbind
me transfixed in butterfly
pin repose against this calm
that flutters
dim in the screen

I hear the night calling
so sublime in wristband jangle
jingling the drum beat
pause lingering
in echo chamber nautilus
cambered bright and charming
no one amongst us
will dare tell the secret
of the lit candle waver
near the silk brocade favour

and the deaths horse is tired
of times constant miles
picking up strays of delerium
deaths

while moon sweeps bitter
forays into gutters
and shines halos bright
and curious
on angels on their spurious
routines

and a count is started somewhere
the clock face inert and steady
we thrive like beetles in the
nest our larvae jumping for the
sweet of drip
the dark shell of servant
wants and needs

out here in the larger cool
night bleeds tender ribbons
dark as spring crocus in fallow
rains

roots reaching everymore for
stubble
the rusted blade of the burden
shovel

1:44 a.m. - 2009-07-15

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