April 9, 2012

Keep your promises.

Or better yet disassemble them.

I have been arching to emulate

Temporary things:

The branches that frame the atmosphere

The moments I have left here

A first impression of the day from a dizzy look at dawn

 

Like these you have been holy

But you have not been holy since last you made amends

With the months before your birth and the months

Between your death and your next and your next...

Since you let the Scripture burn and drew portraits in the ashes

Of instances you’ll soon forget but wish you could preserve. 

Reviews

[dontwakeme]

Love, " a first impression of the day from a dizzy look at dawn..." so creative!

[Nishant Verma]

Materialistic and intriguing.