Sunday, December 2, 2012

Poetry feels good

Forty and five will be the day of light and
  home and peace.
    Seventy three stones forgive the love lost
on Jonah's heart
  Thirty two are bound beneath the trees of bending doom
    Eighty eleven souls march on, bring
the king his medicine.

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