Saturday, October 06, 2012

vocation

Waiting within, the garlands
across the door ride along
the wind, paste memories upon
passing windows
of red
and white
and multi-
coloured facades
with suites of chance travels. Without,
the bumpy, unbroken
roads
of commitment cemented in asphalt patches
towards dusty-red highway
stops
.
Herein, stumbling
murmurs
of fading voicesswarmsmobs often
finding

vacation

in lucid
walks (walls) that gingerly add to dire attempts
to recover now ancient
trinkets of past
times
meaningfully using perished words of
red
and
white
and
multi-
coloured
facades of suites of meant-to-be
destinations.

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