Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Pete Morin Editorial Review--Issue #82

A final post----NOT!



In a corrupt space of time
the window of truth strains to open.
Cast a fetid stream upon shallow minds,
The window closes.

Keep the fire, the songs for ears
of noiseless clamour,
Weep for what once was, what is
What would have been.

Languish
stupor
hope
eternal
shall not spring.

Adieu