Sunday, June 09, 2013
Humanity My Respite
A quaint evening -
I see it murky
Eyes veiled by gauze
Of varying
Transclucencies
Shards, powder
Of glass against me;
I hardly feel it
No matter! For -
Love. For you,
Humanity itself
Others crave coffee
And conversations
I crave to comfort,
Bear your pain.
You ain't heavy.
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