Friday, December 23, 2016

Lullaby No. 32 – White Veins

The heavy glare of the evening sun
Laid bare the acid wash
Of your black denim
The rips and tears
Of fallen dances
Absent the grace of the feminine deity
Who lit your soul one night in the long
Lahoda jahoda
Now it was a clear day’s moonrise
All who watched you move
Saw a dancer
Step by step
Caressing the asphalt
With thoughts that filled the air
Like a cliché
The modern artist
Has abandoned the original thought
For redefinition
But all who watched you dance
Saw an optimist
Through the voice of Reason redefined
A new authenticity to par


Jason Greendyk

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