the room is crowded with nothing,
just a simple being.
the breathing, weak and frail.
it's almost as if this being were being stalked
the silence, golden, endures the sound of nothingness
almost as a portal to another time
this faint world awaits to be shattered
awaits to be broken
with the chaos of framilar faces and strangers
with loud, outlandish echoes of reality
in the midst of knowing
that this confinement of solitude
could be erased at any moment
the being...reins on.

09/21/1999

Posted on 01/15/2004
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