Wednesday, March 2, 2011

THE EIGHTEENTH ELEGY




Picture courtesy www.dvdbeaver.com


In the rises and falls
Of morning and night,
I walk this earth
Unable to tell apart
Darkness and light


Voices and heartbeats
Have become nothing
More than unbearable noise.
Faces now embody
Apparitions and shadows
Of day and night.


Neither sure of where home
Is nor where I am,
I dance to songs of lost voices
In the midst of grey sandwiched
Between black and white,
Dead so long
This is me alive.

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