Wintry Breath of Fate
I cling to the antidote
for the emptiness of existence
a thorn’d headrest
to accompany
the blanket of night
naive and unassuming hope
mined from wishing well
reflect both my mood and coffee
dark and bitter
that sugar coated
hieroglyphics
will not sweeten
this wintry breath of fate
trembles flesh at nape of neck
I dredge through experience
and wrap myself in miraculate
an endless source of insight
to resume the dance
of life
are we just
satellites lost in orbit?
refugees and broken families
swimming in a planetary wine cup
a not so well blended harmony
of realities simulation cast
in a long and whining
lamentation
~ Randy Bell ~
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