frosted shut glass eyes to share this moment
laid to rest on this flower patterned rug
set the ticking of the clock skipping beats
and breaking straight faced grins into expressions of thanks
you're past and present dissolved and I knew you
before this all stopped and started
again setting sun sails away
starlight haze of a dying day
left alone to wander
torn apart and ripped asunder
a level to achieve.....witholding...downward
downward, cards unfolding as voices they murmur
and dance for the visions of those who lay sleeping
those without heaven
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