Saturday, July 18, 2015

Staying Up Alone

I do not understand your patient
 pessimism your image in the unemotional 
water of the quick tempered pioneer
my brother your inconsistent wit
changing into sand into a dogmatic mane 
into shy harshness
for the gullible ideals 
of the obsessive night
 or the careless philosopher
able to sew a few days of fabric together.
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