Thursday, December 02, 2010

Mono Lake.

Though heat & light desert, i soldier on;
though demons cling like dirt, i soldier on.

The morning brings its insult & its ills,
the day but festers; girt, i soldier on.

No news but hideous triumph & despair's
idiotic blurt. I soldier on.

What would be plans in any other vale
here furnish fresh hurt: i soldier on.

The solace of the garden's gleaming fruits
finds Graywyvern inert... I soldier on.


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