Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Small delights in the dark matter
         of perception
                  satisfy our hunger
         for belief.

Small delights keep us
         on the brink
                  of hope,
         substance of faith.

We spoon sugar into teacups
         of anxiety
                  mugs of trauma,
         the thereness of life.

We drink deeply, taste
         the single percent
                  of understanding,
         the juice the apple yields.

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