naming my father's victories
past monoliths trapped
in glass case
and tracing my mother's tenderness
across the film negatives
we've no use for anymore.
yesterday was
a victory for my kindred,
while i still drag the augury of
yesteryears lovelessly
athwart the narrow corridors
yet this
man is still the wind
or a bamboo in duress
forced to
breakpoint.
the dinner clatter in the
kitchen mellows down to
wary dregs. my brother laughs
affording atonement
and everything at the verge
of palpable revelry,
i the unspoken yet
heard. my mother often wonders
from who did i inherit
such mood:
all dark
and trudging the infinite.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
naming my father's victories
past monoliths trapped
in glass case
and tracing my mother's tenderness
across the film negatives
we've no use for anymore.
yesterday was
a victory for my kindred,
while i still drag the augury of
yesteryears lovelessly
athwart the narrow corridors
yet this
man is still the wind
or a bamboo in duress
forced to
breakpoint.
the dinner clatter in the
kitchen mellows down to
wary dregs. my brother laughs
affording atonement
and everything at the verge
of palpable revelry,
i the unspoken yet
heard. my mother often wonders
from who did i inherit
such mood:
all dark
and trudging the infinite.
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