synapses | sonnet eleven posted by imani , Sunday, June 26, 2011 at 5:50 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

angles that leave a soul
hapless and empty of love for
oneself, all because everything has
been given up and offered to

you, at your mercy, the diminutive
rage of planets born each second,
the fire that happens, the
opposite of light, straying away

from what would bes and what
could have beens, longing for reality,
flesh and blood and wound and scar

without understanding the weight
of destruction from silence
and solitude, harbors that keep secrets.