Lands Not Far
Sleepless evening..... Flashback of a forgotten frame... sighs the man that bears a wolfen pelt, so why can't these shadows embrace one another’s gentle grip? Are their words so tainted? & they smolder the photograph of the moment, firing rounds at targets afar! As I hitchhike on yesterdays corner, Isolated in a den of thieves, & your salty tears cauterize the aching teeth of these crimson shells! A sonnet of symbols stirring sensations that separate this sense of solitude, & there are no idols here... Only shards of inspiration scattered through sperm! Statues sculpted by symphonies of words, & it seems the longer you lie awake the more you come to the conclusion you’re asleep?! These rations are a rebellion...Yet my humanity shows! So this season of winter blisters on, but in lands not far these snows have ceased.