Sunday, December 11, 2011


Graces by cross
Southern night sky

Dances mute flowers
His fragrant breath

Blesses by rains
His fragile bloom

Walks by moon
my truculent sea

Stills my flame
that skyward steals

Prays by doves
soft muted cry

Gathers by churches
Spirits reply

Staggers to apex
history of man

Cannibals death
by endless beget

Surpasses by sunrise
final sunset.

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