Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem 146 of 365/ Auspicious

Auspicious

I bare in foursquare, promise my agile existence is persistent, and though I leave no reminisce of the child these words mention... I cash in the very pension that employs my invigorating intentions.

Threaded expectations take the place of sheep weaving through my wants to sleep; I pretend to befriend the dawn that begins to ascend...in hopes it founders over the time I look to steep in excitement, so inspiration spuds again.

Fatigued steam fogs the glass I rely on to sneak a peak of the things I am barred to see, and like a loan I balloon to full bloom this auspicious personality.

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