November 7, 2004
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in parallels
they emerge…
slipping into the night
of my surround
unheard and unseen
these shadows of my mind
in search
for avenues
roads that lead away
from this pent up urgeconsumed in
mouthfuls chewed on
of flesh blood and mind
in a wait…so dammed
by circumstance
its substance riddled by
absence…of enabling opportunity
or a canvas..denied
for my vision…in release seeking…
an interlude…artistic
of my flow…meld and spread
a transient frame…brushed off or overlaid
windowing my immerse
perhaps yours to…
in echos…if so seen
sensed or heard
at all…do you…or any one …
hear me
a mere voice…quiet
in acceptence
or am i…too obtuse
beyond discernment…by choice
is my song to be
only for the empty chairs
if so, then why…i wonder
why…is this silence
so deafeningly loud …
excruciating…in my weakness
do my ghosts whisper
sweet surrender…
to their world
where temptations of spirit…now…
be limpid…in reposeis this ‘ones’ life…sought
by the dead…?
