Sunday, July 25, 2010

July changes everything and nothing

silence sits in the house by the bay
some are sleeping
some are woken
where rage has invaded our dreams

when we wake we can only speak of
uncertain rest, the morning fog in our
heads, where we have been and will
go, silent beyond the inferno

we will gather to pay tribute
to unspeakable love
and shy away from crimes
committed in its name

where the cry of a bird meets
the silence of a grave
we will stand on the edge
waiting to crumble, or to burn

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