5/25/12

Memorial Day


The waterfall of the past
is a rhyme
a standing wave of nothingness
beside the mind
shadows fall on the water
time collects the surge of precipitated drops
people and events placed
on the river flowing
with memory into history’s abyssal pit
its never quenched thirst for more of the present
receiving shapes into chaotic dissolution
disappearing forever over the edge.

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