later posted by imani , Wednesday, December 15, 2010 at 8:45 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the flowers disintegrating, falling
the truth unroots itself
from the earth arid and parched
the sky stretches out to

a pandemonium, black, listless
clouds drown the roads that
draw from my arms the warmth
of blood and flesh

an ancient despair takes its
refuge in the prism of a
delight i cannot claim

hence i devour solitude and
nourish my faith with the
hope i can be.