Thursday, January 31, 2008

the moment you said the words
we don’t cry
as though you were still
her eyes, and she were merely
the beats flowing soundly
from your heart, the spell
was lifted, all advancement
of devoted troops
halted, each bygone evening
became
a loose page, let go
into an asymmetric dawn
.
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