Tuesday, August 21, 2012


Dark and doubting,
Deaf and shouting,
All our glory set ablaze.

Pinions spinning,
Cog teeth grinning,
Somewhere in the foggy haze.

Smog concealing,
Moon revealing,
Paths ahead to darker daze.

Feet will follow
Till the morrow
When each regrets the role he plays.

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