Rust

rust-worksSomething so sublime,
slips inside my mind,
Something easy to going,
like I’m already knowing.
Feast begins at dawn,
to know your not the norm.
Feast ends at midnight,
once its all painted white.

Finding it hard to put the thoughts in order,
life is chaotic and prefers the great disorder.
Awaken my mind now to gentle graces,
measure of thought now filled with many faces.

Something so divine,
slips inside my mind,
Something easy to swallow.
Something almost shallow.
Fast begins at dusk,
to know it will end in rust.
Fast ends mid-morning,
with a epic sun dawning.

These are monuments of sick decisions,
avoiding the dusk shows lack vision.
This little lost man now flexes,
in a world still eyed on the perplexes.

D 2013

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