behind each whispered tree
of my metaphorical forest
hides a deeper beast
than those which weary me
across this dreary day
not so much vision’s refraction
bent through branches
blanketed by carrion birds
pecking at ideas like eyes
from the souls of the dead
as much as non-existent shadows
slipping along a periphery
with unbelieving angels
in search of a wayward god
(March 6, 2014)
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