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Friday, December 07, 2007

The Void

The lights seem far from the wall
Gales blowing through the cracks
Bringing the grounded dust of the past
Loose stones crumble and fall

She looks through veiled curtains
Seeking shelter from the dry blast
She sinks back into the parched wretchedness
Severing desires and dreams
She once saw in Being-ness

The hawk circles above
Throwing harsh shadows on the imagination
She looks up at the murky form
As it swoops down on the carrions of her fantasies

She turns around in the vacuum
There is a flame of darkness
A sigh of red and a breath of grey
Frissons of silence pass silent
Like clouds on the road at night
Calm, and still.

- applestar

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