Spreading shadows cast by a melting hand
Over the blank alabaster face
Briefly darken its pristine countenance.
Softly, the fragile facade obscures
Obscure reminders of potential times
Burying them in the growing night.
Silenced voices grow monotonous,
Overcoming the stifling sounds:
Broken and inevitably entropic beats.
Soon there is no hint of it remaining -
Only a blank intangibility
Bearing heavily down upon me.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
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