Monday, March 22, 2010

Sonnet 29: Step Back and Give Up

By Aurin Squire

I step back and give up
Cure me so I can rest a spell
Turning thoughts inside empty cup
Whispered prayers into hollow shell.

The nectar pressed from diamonds spills
Down and running through the crease
Dripping light in autumn chills
Delusions dancing never cease.

Riding on the winds of deeds
From past actions done in lives endless
Merit fields sowed in white and black seeds
There the poison tree sways unrest.

All potential loaded from past events,
Even this body, this mind, this moment.

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