Sunday, March 16, 2014

Waking Up

Waking up to a wall that's flaking,
a parody of winter,
death in the making;
waking up to the
monotony of riches such as
the soulless pictures taking
space on the wall, colorless pictures,
constipated clouds, raking
meaning off the wintry sky;
waking up to useful things
like lights turned dim,
suns grown thin
in this faking
of a timeless winter;
waking up to chipped shadows,
to their clipped wings
and other such things;
this waking up to nothing
is an answer
that couldn't do for me
what the question had done,
my waking up means
that I haven't won.

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