Edge of the Glass

10 August 2005

This verdant sadness

Biting back the cold with fierce teeth
This blistering rage will not die
Time and space buckle under frozen legs
But life ebbs forward like desperation

The unspoiled sky crashes down like a perfect crescendo
This fallow world surges with anticipation
As the boy pushes blindly forth
Numb with perseverance

This benevolent charge spills forth
Feral tendrils of tantalizing banality
Shred trappings of doubt
To become silver shards of providence

The path becomes clearer
With every sanguine drop that mars this divine snow
Perception converges to a single thought
And the way out is through.

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