Friday, April 22, 2011

Paper Moons & Windysweep

Gestures and Paper moons,
Bring equilibrium to a state of doom,

Awaken from the frosting over,
And sleepwalk into eternal foam

It was a windswept and desolate diameter to cross,
A lost horizon for a fading sun,

Misplaced hubris for a tempest won

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