The Sparcity of Life Within   Leave a comment

There is a sparcity to his life that claims his being, that breaks the mould of him, that fights the soul of him, that destroys the singularity of him, yet still breathes with him, still sees with him, still moves with him through the mud of him, the mangrove of him, the darkness of him where lays the sabotage of him, the wreckage of him, the rust of him in the mind of him, in the time of her, in the heart of him, for the past of him, for the now of him, in the sparcity of his life within.


Posted 09/09/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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