At my feet this morning
lays her darkness and into
is captivating, endless hollowness,
I once again see the signs of dawn
and know the familiar light
will once again appear to us.
Like so many of our ancestors,
we questioned it familiarity,
taking for granted its linear applications
and the ensuing rains that
clouded our perceptive judgments
hampered pursuits of self-evident truths.
Flags of all nations waggle in our faces,
affording us the luxury of time to wipe
away our tears with our own stars and stripes,
protecting the greed that lay before us
like the darkness this morning that
December 2, 2011
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