W E I R D

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Death, Candle-white.

An unanswered question

A half dead prayer
And an unstated consent
On briefly parted lips

An invisible death volition
Held in the frozen hands

Mark of an unworn wedding ring
On the partly folded finger.

Revolution of death caravan around,
On its thousand legs

On the fly clumped forehead,
A prematurely dead, vexation.

On the dry blood under the ears,
A paper piece and dust.

In the still eyes, wide open,
Serenity of plain death.
Sole serenity of plain death..

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a meek transcription of some untamed thoughts - retarded.
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