ClarityA Poem by Jose Camacho
He calls with arms wide open
Blocks fracture his scars. Who forewarns the colors Sterilized with clarity? I will hold on down Spreading through the emptiness. The colors cover up a devil-- Devil born within our flesh. What is shouting beneath the sheets Still alive from underneath? Sterilized with clarity It burns brighter than a beacon. The heavens are mourning A devil and his son. Fallen through the dark Killed under the precipice. Still alive in our minds, Who forewarns the colors Sterilized with clarity? The colors lost within ourselves.
© 2013 Jose CamachoAuthor's Note
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Added on August 23, 2013 Last Updated on August 23, 2013 |