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Saturday, June 6, 2009


Close your eyes for a bit,
Lay slack and move not yet
For in the chill of this night
You search for all the warmth you can get.

For when the eyelids isolate those tired eyes
From the glare of that which consumes
Is projected on the tissue
The verity that subsumes

Ephemeral persistence,
A seminal image
Of the heat of sustenance
Luminous ink on a dark page

Opiate realization
Veiled memories abet
Her shadow, bright and still
Dispelling the tinged regret

Surrender to it, let the light lead
This pensive, meandering thought
To where it wishes to rest
For this is what it sought.