Sunday, March 3, 2013

On A Day

Sun illuminates
blue dust as it filters
in windows
in gasps I stare at
sorrow and decline
to ride on river Styx 

I am blessed 
to live in the instant
slap myself if I falter
refuse the snare
unbalance presses
deserves no notice

I don’t want first 
to sink in misery
want second to
ride wings looking
down at beauty
required from height 

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