13inchesofboyd (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 13inchesofboyd) wrote,@ 2008-07-25 00:10:00 |
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New Year's Eve
The clink of glasses sounds in the
muffled distance, far removed from
the trembling midnight pine and the
moon hanging like a punch of amber
wreathed in deep violet-black tones.
Date falls upon day as eulogies
on the impotent ears of the dead,
an insubstantial signet slapped
on the freeze of unaffected winter,
as the disinterest of the snow falls
over all things like a condemnation
to white-washed obscurity.
The clink of glasses sounds in the
muffled distance, far removed from
the trembling midnight pine and the
moon hanging like a punch of amber
wreathed in deep violet-black tones.
Date falls upon day as eulogies
on the impotent ears of the dead,
an insubstantial signet slapped
on the freeze of unaffected winter,
as the disinterest of the snow falls
over all things like a condemnation
to white-washed obscurity.
