lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


6 October 2006

77: Rally

Devoid of imprisonment and yet everyone yearned.
Contained and compressed emotional organs
and the invisible barrier that we chose.
They are singing sweetly,
chirping songs by the moon's end.
We're all ignorant in daylight
and the lovely, lovely cancer.
They've been had, and so have we.