Originally posted November 3, 2007
That which eludes me is gathering nearby
Its sonnet of spring, a radiant sky
Punching holes in the flesh
Feeding on life
Casting shadows in darkness
The starkness of strife
That which eludes me is twitching nearby
Its sonnet of summer, a blistering sky
Tearing holes in the fabric
Longing for air
A touch or feeling
Still nothing there
That which eludes me is dancing nearby
Its sonnet of autumn, a darkening sky
Chilling eyes turned to heaven
Gasping in tears
Seek not the salvation
It complicates fears
That which eludes me is speaking nearby
Its sonnet of winter, a crystalline sky
Come see the great fortune
A mystery found
Our lifetime amusement
This burial ground
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