A Quiet Storm
these paper bullets of the brain
Saturday, November 13, 2010
molding (n)
molded
to
unmoldable clay
unflakable chalk
unmeltable butter,
pale
as sunless skin
grooved as grandmother's hands
flourishing like trumpets
impassive and majestically blind,
like Justice
on high
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