Saturday, May 28, 2016

No Chances.

No Chances

My eyelids close in misery,
but where has your innocence gone?
I'd like to ignore the pounding

of raindrops on the roof,
which has been reborn into something
far less conclusive than reality.
We rush in without wonder, and witness
another miracle of self. It brushes away

the wounds of yesterday; I hear the
empty shell cracking.
Break out of your shell,
reveal the yellow bareness

of beauty; there is only
one chance left, and then it's gone,
drifting into the
blackness that was once sleep.
There is no shred of doubt.

-published in "Chantarelle's Notebook."

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