A forgotten house
shelters a barren dream,
windows overlooking the shore
and the union that never came to be,
recollections of which still ramble, lost inside
it’s useless halls.
Two noncorporeal figures united by
what once stood before them:
a soundless voice
binding them with artificial promises,
phony like the smiles they wear to hide
the scars prowling just below.

Crumpled and tossed aside like
a love letter who’s meaning has vanished,
one becomes the sun.
A magnificent, plasmatic corpse
to watch her from above,
his breath tousling her hair as his hand
formerly did.

And on her shoulder he burns,
hands dissolving,
becoming sensitive to what’s always hidden
behind those sunflower eyes.

Foundations dissolved
by an under whelming sense of
importance, walls tearing and
flaking, dust showering
the rust covered floor. Boards
groaning and clawing with unkempt nails,
the icy tips becoming fingers themselves.
Delusions splintered by a private abyss,
but not gone, it was all just a
whispers stolen by the wind.

07/19/2001

Posted on 07/23/2005
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