When the stone is removed from your lips
And all the stars' truths revealed,
We'll chew the myths of gods
And refill our cups until
There's not a tassel of doubt
Or a strong wind left
To cloud our hopeless words,
To steal our broken names.
And our ages will not cry against one another
The shrill of metal birds.
For, I still believe we can reconcile
The complexity of one moment
From every other--
Piece by piece,
We'll lay them like tile
Into some future.
What, if anything but
Some passing of time?
A contest entry
- another waste of points by sheltered.
600 points, ended June 17, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
allway aaron
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powerful...
damn fine
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