Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Something's Hidden

Away from the wrested stone
A jewel etches its image upon

Where it was and what it never could

Be, to fathom’s length, I bestow
Whistled meanderings, delivered far, unto
A crested portico of everlasting sights unknown

The fantasy’s off-balance whereas
The congruency paints vivid premonition

Vacating the probable,
Forever residing

scarcely in-between

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