Spring '10 TOC
That day will come When we find ourselves blocking the light Fingers reaching towards each other An infinite space between.
We shall never be able to Name the stars, they Flicker towards the sun Heat and dust extended Imploding upon our own Broken and mangled bodies.
We shall wake up looking Towards the clouds and blue Of the sky and find the calm, The wholeness before the love.
Water will flow into our graves Rotting the flesh and bones Sinew will seep into the dark Damp earth and we will find Solace in our actions.
In the end, we will see That through the spaces Of our fingers and form A small light will shine Through.
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