nothing to hold onto
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
NAPOWRIMO DAY TWELVE
Oh earth, oh fragile orb
of wreckage and tranquility,
pirate prating in myriad tongues,
tense speck in this compassionless
universe, wretched precious.
Your vigorous echoes swoop
through space with humanity's
cacophony, our myopic wars.
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