Thursday, June 3, 2010

as a human
bodies never burden
they tighten,
break, rebuild

knots that strengthen
their enchanted grip
with every
mortal cut;

but mind dies
with every moment,
cell by
precious cell,

we cannot feel
them pass but
in our
fleeting consciousness,

makeshift pathways build
amidst bodies of
dead thoughts,
broken memories;

do not look
at my words
to heal
your brain,

you have no
choice but to
look toward,
inward and

find the image
of your face
with a
wide smile.

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