black night path
took a turn
to the dim dull
low weak
orange glow
of the lonesome lamplight in the street below,
where the shadows hid
and the graces slid
and the hat of the martyr
hung on a brick
held by mortar
by the hook
and the handle
and glory sat
on the other side shining in the humble halo
of a rumbling light.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
black night path
took a turn
to the dim dull
low weak
orange glow
of the lonesome lamplight in the street below,
where the shadows hid
and the graces slid
and the hat of the martyr
hung on a brick
held by mortar
by the hook
and the handle
and glory sat
on the other side shining in the humble halo
of a rumbling light.
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