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11/15/10 - (3)
Winter's Imminence
It seems that as grim autumn's daylight grows dim and dimmer, My days diminish to mere simulacrums of meteors That once bore the core of my life-force, In glorious flashes and flares of gaseous brilliance, Toward the farthest corners of the Lord's perfect universe.
The deeper I peer, into the sky protecting my earthly purview From demons circling, in search or lifeless prey, The more certain I am that time has abandoned my corpse, Left me with just the feeblest powers of discernment, To fend off evil elements meant to permanently darken my spirit.
To say that I awaken and fall asleep in impenetrable obscurity Is to tell but a quarter or an eighth of a half-truth Regarding the scope of my heart's present dislocation. In fact, the blackness of my frigid near-existence is bleak, A stark reminder of imminent winter's spectral desolation,
Huddling, in trees, like hideous turkey buzzards — Those bottom feeders with the red-bleeding, featherless heads — Believing they've assumed the shapes, taken the camouflaged places, Of brittle, brown, shriveled leaves the trees have released, Assuming their disguise, to confuse my truth-seeking sensibilities.
Tonight, in a blind mindlessness, alone even to myself, I'm driving home, through a forest of slowly decaying gravestones, Weaving through sodden, worm-knotted clods of fog, Trying, with hopeless abandon, to locate my soul, Buried somewhere between dismal autumn and abysmal winter.
11/15/10 - (3)
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