Saturday, April 14, 2012

Softly padded steps on cold asphalt
sniffing the nascent spring air,
night has crept up on the world
miles and miles of cold granite behemoths rise in the dark
there's a deep, barely perceptible crimson flame that lights their inchoate forms
and I run down into the heart of this dusty land under cheering stars.
I have no body, but I got soul.

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