orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Tallow Harvest

cold moon of hunger
soon the snows will
fill the sleeping part

the river will cloak
in ice
and the lake will groan
in the winds that will
walk upon its new skin
growing like thunder
its stagger speed sharp
and shattered

I have change in my torn
pockets I keep trak of
things in my little black
flip notes
the ink trailing from the
ball point
drips and tracing loops

my scratched face watch
itchs seconds glinting
in this cold sun
and the dreams have won
the worn carpeted visage
oil enamel landscapes of
walls where cracks are maps
of future travels
and all the galleries
of ghosts will stutter
when the crystal tears
of angels flutter
dripping from the face
of heaven
finding shelter beyond
days of seven

there are rooms awakening
beyond the walls
our cataract minds eye
will fall
and revelations shall
disguise the dreamy haze
that stifles the fall
of rain that freezes
and hooves that cleave
sending sparks like falling
stars

can you wish them all??

12:56 p.m. - 2011-11-18

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