Thursday, September 27, 2012

In Midnight Still

In midnight still the driven winds
Incite the last fog lashes
With brazen impediment any
Harbinger creekbeds flush
With the secret ways of the
Most pecuniary delight,
Ferry them forward across the
Lessons they must learn and
Release them as they will be
From the hardships and
Instruments of desire;

Any ways of impediment are
Nearly always a roadbed through
Encompassment of knowledge
Flown heavenward astride
The fourth blown magical and
Fertile borne breast of a woman,
Even the cockle march failures
Of their least worn sympathies
Stagger down tragic byways
Brushed aside before the damp
And dripping levers of defiance;

In break of day insoluble still
Mysterious and filled with meager
Birdsong motions towards the light
Grant them the haven of your
Windless arms your stationary
Inception strewn with grace,
Only the everlasting expanse of
Your embrace can heal them
Of their final sleep enhanced
Deliveries their scorn-blessed victims
And their paralyzing advice.

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