The edges of the leaves are sharp and bright.
The harvest moon behind them six times flickering.
I broke my story-starter vow
Moment by moment, worn by dreaming,
Torn by serrated misunderstandings.
A bounce of inevitability,
And here I stand in blue, fighting,
Gazing at the moon of my vanity—
My self-orbiting revolution,
My insistent crumbling.
And I was aware all along—
So was this destiny? That I should
Collapse so far away from faith.
I see gold in the wood now—
The air is dense and beautiful.
Stay.
Please tell me what you think
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It is beautiful but confusing...you will have to explain it's meaning to me more in depth. Wonderful job. =]
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