Tuesday, November 6, 2007

we were one

Standing there soaked on the rain fields

in the absolute vacuum of your absence

in endless maze

weightless, past days...

the fiery swirling twilight on water still as glass

it looked cool to the touch even at that hour as we entered

A dedication that ran gold reflections

to coal black inversions

emerged half remembering the consequence of your devotions

twirling in a soft shower of ash

but failing to find the bitter and subtle beauty of a world blown away

to feel the pale pulse of your haunt

to hear about her standing there


standing there on our flooded roads

soaked to your beautiful bones on the rain fields

still, as somehow everything flows

in the absolute vacuum of your absence

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