Come the barely lit days
the lambent season flickers out
with only wind to take its place
come the barely moved mouths.
Come the sky husked
translucent and spent
come the dark hush
whisper bent
come the hours used up
the urgency they lend.
Lips cracked deep in the center
with quiet
slowly cooling cinders.
oct 30, 2011
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