Wednesday, April 11, 2012

One

Addiction --
weeping wound
at the juncture of time and space
where "never"
collides with
"now." 
The angels
rush to gather 'round,
heads bowed,
bathing the wound
in their tears,
drenching the soul
with their prayers. 
And the world hurts
in unknowing sympathy,
because this
one
suffers so.

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