Tuesday, February 4, 2014

the blank

in the cold grazing land
the cowboy flicker his wand
for herding the mustang
to return to the blank

pieces of memories remnant
makes way to the distant
i'll take all that I can
on my return to the blank

singing aloud her song
the maid was already gone
listen to the hymn she sang
on the journey to the blank

whiter than the desert sand
a spark of vision that I ever had
cant leave behind my hideous pang
on transit to the blank

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