Patterned footfalls
connect with sand
fusing it into glass
... shards flowing
through time.
Tempered kings
awaken and cringe,
Recognized only in DNA,
put fingers to keys,
and rearrange;
Then they, the kings,
return to denial
and death shadows
and things.
Patrick Darnell
Sunday, May 6, 2012
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