Saturday, May 28, 2011

clay mining

too late i realize
that i have shared
all
with some bricks
in the wall

too late
i remember
i remember myself
my right to righteousness

that difference
that gulf between
fear
and life

those still stumbling in the dark
cannot find purchase with their chains
they cannot understand
what they cannot touch

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