Spaceman In Arcadia
post-apocalyptic musings from the edge of reality
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Old Cynicism For the New Year
jagged rays of moon
lay dead and fallen
fallow and callous
in the light
of all seasons
as they go by,
as Persephone sings her song
and is dragged down
along with her seeds
and her frown
to harvest a new
tomorrow.
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