Wednesday, September 14, 2011

[this]appointment

Cracked resolve smiles wide under the scrutiny of the everyday. This magnified understanding of man's weakness, presented so enticingly, supports decisions with temptation. Resolve inside the sepulcher; as if the certainty of death knows its own undertakings, infamous for more than just the extinguishing of light. Against such an array, only an alignment with the rising sun can straighten out the refracted pieces of visible magnitude. It is there in the clarity that the truth is found. Fresh mist from burning dew rises and twirls, gilding its edges in the morning gold. Breathe this smoke to clear out the residue of the prior day's intoxication, and allow missteps to be corrected. The transition back must be balanced as wel.

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