Nocturnal Sanders is a challenge to myself to write a new poem for each of the next 365 days. Along the way I hope to discover my hidden voice of creativity.
Friday, October 9, 2009
19.
Heartbeats, translated into electronic beeps, march quickly, then race. Pausing, fatigued, abrupt halt, until, surging through vessels, a liquid Grand Marshal salutes, commanding order from Deadly Chaos.
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