Such madness, such vision

As the message brings us back.

The muse descends

Then quickly ascends,

Leaving me far behind.

Such a madness, this love,

That is shared between lovers.

Easing between the consciousness

Of what is real, and what is not.

The stillness here, cuts with a knife,

Holds breath close, even closer.

In dying, I am set free

Between this light of darkness.

I can suddenly see

The windows fill with frivolity.

10/17/2007

Posted on 10/17/2007
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