Thursday, October 1, 2009

Veins

Veins
Too old the blood?
She holds innocent pink
Crying in this late hour
Too young
To feel the late drudge
Reality
Underneath lights
Too
Bright
Too
Revealing
Of the inescapable path
Born of conception
Mitosis
And development
Of yet another soul
Cast upon the world;
Veins
She cries in communication
Too
Late the hour
Too many eyes upon her
Mine
Analyzing
Formulating
A future
Present
Past
Through words
And veins
Dripping
Flowing
Splitting
Crimson desire
Verses florescent certainty
Here
Then
Now
Tomorrow
As I attempt to educate
Those
Knowing more
In this moment
Than I did or will...

I can't let her get away
Too
Fast
Before she is veins
Too
Old
Too
Spoiled
Too
Struggle
Too much of everything
Lost and forgotten
As the child born
But never existing...
©2009clarencecbess

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