Thursday, January 20, 2011

sloughing off
the insistence of despair

the mind’s eye opens
anybody there?
anybody know?
anybody care?

drops.  silent.
serene. mobile.

empty. full.
guileless remembrance
an innocent game
all different
altogether the same
the same rack of torture
the same crock of lies

listen again
as the drops drop by
tears they are
of blood and sand
the hourglass empties into your hand.

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