plodding along
this stretch of razor
teetering on the edge
of knowing
falling, inevitably
into knowing not
coming back
returning Earth
to its path of revolution
I tried better than my best
then let everything fall
and the harmony of warfare,
the worst of us all
its sonic weapons and sordid betrayals
yet the dissolution dissolved
and we were left
with ourselves
Sunday, September 29, 2013
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