Convoluted expressions before the witching hour,
The bewildered and forlorn search for answers.
Nevertheless, the final solution remains at a loss.
Amid the thinning of veils and an orchestra of misty hands,
True objectivity may be witnessed, if only for a moment.
And when questions still go unanswered ...
The bloodied and the broken find their relief
Under the darkened waves of an ethereal ocean.
Not all is lost ....
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
Convoluted expressions before the witching hour,
The bewildered and forlorn search for answers.
Nevertheless, the final solution remains at a loss.
Amid the thinning of veils and an orchestra of misty hands,
True objectivity may be witnessed, if only for a moment.
And when questions still go unanswered ...
The bloodied and the broken find their relief
Under the darkened waves of an ethereal ocean.
Not all is lost ....
© Nicholas Laurent 2/5/2011
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