This dull ache,
this divine plague,
is an omen
a knowing
at the base of the skull
a nod of assent
to exhaustion
and lack of true peace
Suffice it to say
this mouth full of rust
is ready to speak
all that must be said
to heal
and drift off
into the forgotten
language of dust.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
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