for M.S.
The blinds drawn, she vacated her life;
Through grieving lips she exists within the future,
Half-alive in an unconscious tongue
That allows paragon hopes to thrive:
She was whole.
No--
Blotched out and blurred,
She became a lacuna,
A Platonic anamnesis;
Believed to have believed:
The conviction of faithful mourners,
Her expulsion from Honesty.
. . .
The haunt of our occasions--
Ghost of my reflection! --
Brown eyes never shone so bright.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
for M.S.
The blinds drawn, she vacated her life;
Through grieving lips she exists within the future,
Half-alive in an unconscious tongue
That allows paragon hopes to thrive:
She was whole.
No--
Blotched out and blurred,
She became a lacuna,
A Platonic anamnesis;
Believed to have believed:
The conviction of faithful mourners,
Her expulsion from Honesty.
. . .
The haunt of our occasions--
Ghost of my reflection! --
Brown eyes never shone so bright.
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