synapses | sonnet fourteen posted by imani , Sunday, June 26, 2011 at 5:54 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

seeking the fury of a broken blood,
the night await light with bated
breath and darkness seep unto
unknown corners, haunted only

by you ~ measuring angles, facets
and layers upon layers of
all that makes you imperfect
yet so impeccable, the decimals

that dictate and elevate you
above everyone else, the light that
bend passes through fragments

i wish to unravel, the imperfect,
arresting impasse ~ that is ~ your
words, your hopes, your prayers.