Glaring hands in agreement
in ferocious intent
in murderous conditions
met not with fear but with confidence
eternal passing past and rediscovered
the heart blind dialogue
as a resurgence of youth
snow-blind and realized a foreign sensibility
to recline on the wings of a drowning day
unborn emotion forlorn and lost
the glass reflects and conveys the slow slipping sound
of a last word, a last breath before..
goodnight....goodnight
lies/truth grow together
grow as separate on the charged landscape of blanketing sound
this is hope to comfort
to understand a point in time that returns us
ghosts passing not passing
not existing in a way
where and when
in the inclination of a drowning day
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