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Vagrant: Part II

by V. Blake

Walks 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

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/03/09 at 05:11 PM

Genius laced all through this, a fine lace and almost delicate except for the fiber of which its made. I do like your mind...

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