July 2011
86 posts
True Love
The first time I heard my father’s voice,
it was crisp and clear,
the absence,
when the call dropped.
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The spirits of symphoric construction are amongst us in weightless decay,
Holding the rhythm of a salutation to the moon when passed by the tentatively unaware,
Masses suffocated by waves trying to evade craters that are better held by the sun,
In a time so long ago.
Present in the space of what’s not,
Displaying everything that is,
For them,
When they used to be.
Fragments of hearts...
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June 2011
87 posts
