Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Coffin and the Cradle.

Sat directly in front
of me, only allowed to see
a quarter of you,
your face, my eyes
are the lamp light. I flood
every memory, I feel
every year that you are. Me
and you are alone, but not
far are the towns people, the gods
that live in their minds, only spoken
to reiterate their power. Less
time was given to Rome, than we
need to understand the mirror. Your eyes
remind me of death, the great adventure
into life. Where did you first breathe
and when was I born. Into you,
into time, to death, and me.

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