Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Irony

This sardonic cataclysm
brought about by a tiny heartbeat
Words uttered with temperance
Grief shaken, not stirred

A more casual understanding of life
A miraculous script, memorized
an unorthodox resolution to what, exactly?
the pain of ignorance is trumped by
ignoring this love set in plasma

I am a wasteful, yet obedient servant, Lord
Pliant and devastated and shapeless
Shifting from one moment into the next
Im repulsed by my ordinariness
yet astounded by my delicate beauty

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