Sunday 11/20/2005 11:43:00 PM

ugly truth (comprehending);
goodbye lost in the
viral scope of
terminal missives.

torn eyes (looking)
at blank pages
where sentences
once prevailed their wisdoms;

as if we were,
or could be,
that which i imagined
in my hopeless naivete.

all colors of the spectrum;
all eyes seeiing.

in our broken stare
we left ourselves until
we were left by it.

and even then,
still no mention of.


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