Friday, October 11, 2013



Sometimes things matter
A conversation leads to a path with many decisions

Stray thoughts breed discontentment
Taking to the streets provides comfort

Walking and talking
Finding friendship in the commonplace

Leads to decisions overturned by appeals for mercy
Held effervescent as a cordial display of unity

In an open field the crows circle
Hoping to glean what little has been left behind

Romantic notions of a time gone by
Sincerity like rituals, truth loosely defined

At the end all matter dissolves
Dust in the hand of god.

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