Monday 7/10/2006 12:07:00 AM

summaries incognito,
pink eyes turning brown
as we swayed, with the rhythm
of the loneliness...

our mutual inertia.

and it will all
come tumbling down,
in the fist of reality
it punches phantom
friends, with jaws
made of iron.

the pebble becomes the
boulder, as we are
drawn close to it.

we took off our capes
mid-flight, and waited for
the emblems on our chests
to prove their power;

in the choke of that
inertia, we lived
a lifetime of goodbyes.

Anonymous said...

The portrays sad beauty of a withering face.

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