Friday, April 2, 2010


Good Friday to you;
To me,
Somber darkness fills
My heart.
I have become a part,
Come apart from the fold
Where distraction
Of walls
Deadens the sound...

Dark curtains blind skies,
Black with bated thunder;
Declaration forsaken;
A moment's hesitation
For the clap--
Rent manifestation!
The black garment torn;

Mourning's proof rendered;
Ragged edged light,
Pulsing, blinding,
Blind that I am,
Good Friday to you.

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