Saturday, August 21, 2010

And here we go again. This is annoying.

Barrelling straight through illusions
sightless, running blind.
Spectors dispersing to misty gray,
clearing air in my wake.
Glance back to see behind,
sparkling clear and clean.
But, before me, outdistancing dreams
without illusions, brightness fades.
Which would be grief in the normal scheme,
but when I need to see, I'll set it ablaze.

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