Author Notes:
This most likely won't format right on the blog...but hopefully it will come close. It was an experimentation with visual poetry. (And the result of some good wine!)
Hit the floor last night
on knees
a dying prayer
vocal pleas for resurrection
droplets of sweat filled demons
escaping pores
glass of blood-shed wine
f
a
l
l
s
from finger t i p s
shatters silence
s t a i n i n g t i l e
forming image of bloodied angel
wingless
halo of thorns crowning head
carrying solitude
burdens
dis-satisfaction
& rest for the weary
offering solace
promising asylum
receptacle for tears
which f l o w
tiny tributaries
channeling larger
s
t
r
e
a
m
of(conscious)
black is the night
which behind these
i's...
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