543.

The holy honor
beset materialism,
merry met Jesus.

542.

The caricatures
are all dressed up and ready
to make with feigned joy.

541.

Tend me like I was
new. Untried among the wiles
of love and bodies.

540.

He speaks distortions
in each syllable of an
aching, broken heart.

539.

Winter begins with
the slow creep of a frigid
morning, snow driven.

538.

The sheer beauty of
a silent cacophony
persists here tonight.

537.

Certain moments are
only bearable knowing
someone else suffers.