Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Big Lie

The knowing creeping up
the naked spine, a fingertip
of spectral ice quite undivine
that drains, exchanges all that was there
for a wake of bottomless hollow despair
beside tsunamied humility helpless care
tossed as flotsam, splintered self importance
invisibly asunder, churning there
the days, the life, the memories and free will
obliterated, disposable, expendable on the spectral swill

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