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Sound of Restless Hope

The larcenous breed of calumet
Is but a generic reproduction, a
Reminder of glass stained moments
After Horus lost every semblance of will

Under hammocks, sea bend breaks
Above footholds, across time’s landscapes
Mending makes
The hour last
Longer than
Anticipation’s ghost
Once foretold—of

Parallel rhythms—in obscure tones—
Consistently bristling—in constant demand—

And so the drums continue
And so the cymbals clash
And so the drums beat on

While the nights
beckon solace,
to blur and purge away—
all the ill-begotten dreams
this day

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About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

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