Raging across the face
rivers of history,
fables furrowed
without voice
alone.
Secrets untold
preserved for the unborn,
heavy heart slows,
pauses one last time
stopped.
Clutched in hand
a piece of paper,
blank yet lined
controlled by naked eyes
hidden.
Empty lives court
the desolation,
the passive mind disintegrates,
lost are the tales
corroded.
03/05/2007
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