orgami's Diaryland Diary

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marrowdronez

tiled peculiarity
rose hackles
and a fine patina
on perfect
shackles

there were years
when i could walk
through dreams

not mirrors

plans emerging from
their chrysallis of frost
the junkyard scraps
the heap of cost

and so i desired what
i owed
cumulus adages
painted in gold

and harbingers of fore sayers
drove the wicked down
to total divinities at river
fronds

and outside the dream
it went on and on

missing like a whisper
a weeping shadow
in the hue

tommorrow im envy
but today im new

4:50 a.m. - 2014-01-05

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