indecision permeates a fine line
of wavering mixes of
complicated matter.
crystal silhouettes plod without a taste
for blurs of
cloudy bulbs.
tranquility passes without the trepidation of
falling between, a slip into
a grey unseen written state of silence.
rational glows stuffed down blurred bodies
seep out misinformed delusions
that suffocate like ivy.
---Original Poetry by Author
RD
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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