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July 22, 2005
A.T.
the signal is
breaking up
even the sharpest of lines
are beginning
to dissolve
that face from
so many
years ago
is slowly being relegated
back into the
shadowbox that lies
buried in a shallow grave
somewhere in an attic
it was only for a moment
that you were here (there)
evading the shadows
from the juniper
and casting light
upon the lake
and all my words
crept quietly
inside the gallows
hiding from speech
we were going to go
somewhere
less poetic
somewhere less quiet
a place where I might feel
more comfortable
fumbling shoestrings
and spilling wine
in the presence of
such a vision
cropping sweat
from my brow
when I awoke
I felt only
relief
nothing
and no one
should cast such a
spell
over the lowest
and most common
of denominators
Posted by Drexler at July 22, 2005 09:20 AM