Sunday, March 25, 2012

Afloat

A face familiar
Circles into boxes
Dear for so long
Boxes into boxes
Clouds gathering

A face altered
Backed by clouds
Boxes into circles
Dear dead long
Circles around circles

Unreadable lines
On the face now
Never to be read now
Never is memory
Past gathering
Now
Nothing
Nowthing

A face fading far away
Little trace of water in the bones...

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