Vagrant: Part II by V. BlakeWalks forth from the snow like an angel
Bleeding the only contrast to the white
Stains, rivaled only by love itself
But, of course, this is a vacuum
And emotion is, at best, a valiant effort
To sidestep a train of thought
That will turn out in the end
To be nothing but a spike in the wood.
Nursing his wounds,
Anticipates mortality,
And is disappointed
Seeks, finds, and deserves–
No escape
Accepting this with a bow to the blizzard,
He attacks the sky with a stare
His last defense against his empty metaphor
With no words to crack his airy cage.
An epiphany is loosed
If it may be so called
"Apathy breeds the same."
A shame that a series of letters
Reduces all things to nothingness
And limits infinity to a moment:
The one where he decided
That’s all it ever was. 07/30/2009 Posted on 07/30/2009 Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
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