Tuesday, April 29, 2014

5303. MISHAP

MISHAP
I see with my eyes : everything arranged before me.
The  mishaps and the gloom, the energy and the joy.
Happiness brings things closer, yet all distance is not
real? What have I to show for being here? The light
is on in the canyon, the faces of people I know are
now bared before the campfire site. No one speaks.
The book opens to doom  - chapter and verse.

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