Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sanity Has a Pocket


My back pocket fills with moons
Orbit as friend, and I’ll choose well.
I stand beside you, we touch crowns,
Stars chase us, our penumbras race ahead.

Orbit as beloved, maybe I’ll choose again.
Heroes rise like cream with a little agitation
While shadows cross penumbral paths,
We wait for what was here all along.

Heroes rise like dreams with a little work.
Now we come to save the day!
It wants for nothing, safe already.
Best hang travail behind the favor.

Here we are to save the hero!
I stand beside you, we touch tongues.
Ready to kiss the shadows away,
My back pocket fills with galaxies.

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