Wednesday, December 19, 2012

10 Razors

Seeing a light or a shadow, perhaps
Commands a wingless flight
Immortality in a blind instant
Collides with ten razors
And a delicate crash landing
An unplanned escape
To a safe hiding place
Where rest and feigned amnesia
Beg the pardon
Of one thousand coarse, wet tongues

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