Hoary Hope

this is where
seeps to sleep.

where seconds
serve an unwound

where we sift
the sand and
seek the soul
only to hold so many
heart shaped shells

the stoned masked souls
of guiltless ghosts
the doleful knell
of unfurled throats

betwixt an unquiet mind
and tongue tied heart

sits a butterfly dimed
in cravens love
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Jan 9, 2013