Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Among the Stars

The starlight’s fractured dance
across the chitinous skin of atmosphere
-who can believe the blank verse of night?
This much is true:
Veracity, the rare poetic kind,
is in the light of a million diamonds,
cold, hard, brilliant as the world.
This initial light shining
on the wet black road
is closer to home than it seems.

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