Thursday, December 15, 2011

Around my Winter ~ Austin McCarron

Around my winter more
strict elations
and shorter versions of rain.

On my face life is printed and
it seems only the eye bled by
tyrannical races is not alone.

There is light but it is like a
photograph of noise
and sees darker sounds arriving.

Before a tower of blinds I watch
inexplicable figures write on my
calendar words to be forgotten.

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