Demands for Grace

November 18, 2014


These sleepy eyes
Soft, snowy skies
Behind this mind all moving
With the subtlety
Of all of me
And failures thus improving
On the sight
Of metered might
Past minc-ed mercy’s losing.

I went away
For a fear-and-a-day
And found a heartwild,
For somewhat else
Sweet deeper wells.
Sad symphonies refining

The discontent
Where’er we went
And rebellion estranging

A sound not unlike
The likes of delight…
Deft cacophony arranging

All the tears
By all the fears
Having led down to this place,)
And all the unmet why’s
In darkening, fair eyes,
Deepening demands for grace

Along with an aversion to it.
For, although we knew it
We could not enter in.
Without conviction.
Still sipping
At our


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