Monday, February 16, 2009

To Be Titled...


Clean, pure, untainted, lacking color.
Spotless - without stain.
New innocence, fresh righteousness.
Fair song of spring rain.

The purpose of this parataxis
Is to resonate.
Unveiling dawn of Monday morning -
Granted a clean slate.

Perfect bliss to waking virgin eyes.
Accept silently.
Blue skies stream through my open window-
Opportunity.

Release mistakes and errors made, the
Weight of yesterday.
Suffocating memory- erased.
Forgotten today.

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