12 November, 2009

sweet glitter

hiphop

plead for time to become
has it not just begun?
the promise, fulfilment
the price, sweet time
and to whom am i indebted?
ideally it would end
and silence call upon shards
the broken to assemble
whole again
onward to nightless day
sweat looms over my brow
and his judgment?
i am unfruitfull

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