Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Playing At Emptiness

"I'm dying to live", she said
Soft and meaningless in the velvet dark
While I lay still, absorbing nothing
Like the night itself
Indifferent to the illusions of love
Wanting so much for her to see
That living well
Is graceful disintegration
No lessons to learn
But like the moon, rise and fade
So I said, "life is a word, not what happens to us"
And closed my eyes
While she sat and cried

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