Wednesday, June 8, 2011

hermes

who wants to be alone
i ask myself at this godly hour
wherein i cruise through silent black pitch highways
to the soft whirring of my winged boots
pushing me forth to spill my message of this moment

the fizzing sprinklers whizzing by
spraying the asphalt to trap me, break me
but i glide through
silently staring, wide eyed, in lonely pleasure
at far off lights towering in the sky
or peeping out from under bridges

i am possessed by a desire to share
this perfect moment
this precious, rare beauty
but i cannot
for it is mine, alone

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