What year has this been?
Soar o’er awakened sky, past to now.
Sunny, Moony, Star-eyed oracle snidely whispers
dense cues, cuneiform runes. Semesters chasing prowess,
prayers for simple shrouds to hide from chaos,
for straight lines, ample ammunition, steadfast ground.
Deranged clouds tinted black from canon fire, obscure vespers.
December 13, 2013