inward notes that rang
across my range of love.
a spring glitter light unsailed
death to dance in bromide.
Pain left this, a strange sorrow
morrow’s ungraced elegance
in voice lamenting innocence.
imprisons an emptiness,
a bloody failure of reason.
Life lies in essence
and the truth is beyond
the remaining crumbling
aims, lost in direction.
© 3/17/2005
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