We create history in the dead sands
a subtle and powerful way
possible moment
revolutionary impulse
among the things I have adapted
my life to
in differing degrees
turned nemeses
encased in silver lies
uproot itself
planted in the envious
shedding new light
like outdated favors
bring the lavish plan
into bucket and boot
among the tidal wave
acute dilemma
once upon a time
our razor’s edge
flowering trees and
winter snowfalls
wanting to stay
as the sentence forms
the life struggles
with existence
moth against
the flame
we all hold are tongues
on judgment day
© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut
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