9.30.2009

Scene 38: The Permanence of the Past

Rising from the ruddy ground
stained so red and black,
pains of an immanent sound
snaps negatives so cracked

Looming in the muffled air
bleached so blue and rust
fibers of a copper prayer
crumbles to the dust

Flowing from the fervent sky
tattooed so burnt and grey,
reigns of an adamant bye
rules finality to prey

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