Friday, January 13, 2012

Long Hollow

At first, when everything else stopped,
I thought of course I must be dreaming,

Imagining a bronze enchantment
Resculpted dismembered memories

As unreliable narrators
Of my own ongoing existence.

But I was wrong. I will not wake up.
I am loose in this moment forever.

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