Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Silent War

Timid wisps of flame
upon the pupils of these
unnamed men.
A sense of trepidation
now leads armies into
dangerous terrain,
their skin, tautly
wound cords of wax-lined steel.
Floods of thought,
and violence unreal.
Between the faults of life we seep.
Among our dreams of time, we breathe,
We sleep.

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