You are the darkset
And hollowed out life
I've restored to the martyr
Remains
while the sight sighs out of this
laughing and fading away.
So where do we go
after it?
Your pale memory haunts
like so many nameless fish that scatter
like light across fleshbroken crystal
like songs unheard at the breaking of days
you alone
are the point
of abyss.

12/18/2006

Posted on 12/18/2006
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