Monday, January 9, 2012

Forty-Two



Never-hold-past
Flicker of a brain child
Belching birthdays
Me and you and her
Transparent year children
Dragging a chain of web
What's it to do with you?
Leaving me alone
Counting pages in your book of
Unreal years, doubting
Conjured, smeared 
Half-forgotten, not-yet
Mercifully-not-formed
Unreal diamond of birthdays
Now, here and now and 
Not then or there
Shining and not-dead
Living on in all
The still-here-all

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