Friday, December 10, 2004

Sculpted

Images of you
Supplanted
And vortexed
Through translucent
Dreaming of the past's
Bright futures
Of a day in the sun
With the land at your back
And the ocean at your feet
Or a dinner hot on the table
But it's all washed away
Like so many tears
When you lie on the bed
And give up your last breath
And are gone.

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