Friday, December 07, 2012

My Raven

 Perches atop my brain's mantle. For art thou all-knowing?
 Feeds on the knowledge that is to be. Digests the evil that is within me.
 Gross submissive to a life on scene

 A landfill collecting the lost, unwanted, and decomposing.
 A River washing away the leaves, the dirt, and contaminants.
 A star aging to his supernova

 Me from there in justices

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