Saturday, June 23, 2007


mirrors worth a thousand memories

the after image red in retaining

retire the passerby and bury me deep

now cover the spot with wax

and trace a path with the wet licked tip of your finger

for the spirit to travel

ever after the stained walls wavering

ever after that room where she lay stretched out on cold stone

what were those archaic books?

and in what language was that did I hear you smile?

float forgetful and bury me deep

Are you now rising where we last set?

met first and ended up?

Are you prizing your victory for never showing up?

tidal trials and you know I can't skip rocks

any further then I can swing from trees

I want you to know where I lay.

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