"roblet" poems
Running into illumination
Casts midnight upon the sacred ground
Yet running into the midnight place
Sit their vigil, the shadows cannot
“Roblet!” She screams
End the vampirarchy of reality
So that sense be made of the shadow reign
And at our desperation of sanity only
Let running into illumination
Cast no midnight on the floor
And running into that midnight place
Cause shadows to sit their vigil there
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 5:37 AM UTC