We stare upwards
in hope as we try
to anticipate any kind
of redemption.

Yet hope is not
in the glowing masses
as we search
for a meaning to it
all.

The stars never glare
so hard unto us in
fever to find meaning
in us.

Blood, bones, and flesh.
We have no inspiration
like any summation.

Hot air and gas are what
we solid fools we are.

10/08/2009

Posted on 10/09/2009
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