Inarticulate
We never stop hoping
as if an incorrigible child
drowning in starry skies
watching confetti constellations
tumble into broken dreams
Wonder is nebulous
and never ceases to let go
even when rainbows melt
into colorless crayons of contempt
as we smear our wrinkled scars
across an inarticulate moon
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2006
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