Sunday, December 10, 2006

Broken Arrows

We, here, following Time's broken arrow
Pointing north-south on the sundial,
Everything new is old again, rising twilights
Outpacing setting suns as we
Hide here beyond death awhile.

Starlight flickers, death dreams of fairies
and the clap of clappers on, and off.
Everything is just as it was last night
Before we took a step too far
And fell, but found it oddly soft.

Eternity is silence stretched like rubber,
Soft sound like nails on chalk scraping
The only noise, never a delight,
And dead we have only this, here,
Mouth's open, lost and full to gaping.

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