Friday, November 18, 2005


A soul departs, and the devils open their eyes,
in the morning light, pale grey eyes slip to the floor,
sitting here before the sun cames back,
and a heart leaps out of the way, but
in the death, wandering prevails, lost in a forest.

can the body feel this, a small cut on the forearm,
moments react like water, slow and unsteady
presenting the futile lies,
feel the thoughts come back again, but don't
don't walk away.

A soul departs, and the stars have nothing to say,
the greek godesses welcome with open arms,
until they recoil in retreat from the burning,
unlike the ruler, chasing the hound away,
feel it, now, coming back
the memories of the wind.


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