muted silver

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, July 17, 2009 0 comments

i see no way, no way, no way
things as such could lie in me
the words I often do convey
reveal a mystery
frail in tone to be exact
the light for which I wish
distorted, tedious and abstract
sort of discolor-ish
i write of things I've failed to do
with black ink and of weight
which sent this to impair me through
the things I can't create
life's preciousness upon this day
has altered to debris
i see no way, no way, no way
things as such could lie in me

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