The vestige

    I was cut off the world for a time
    In the rays that were painting a flower
    Of the silence which fuzzed in their rhyme
    As the sun was to set in an hour,
    
    In my cell I’m to wipe out this sight,
    I have tried but my memory led
    To the dance of the mouldering light
    On the beams of the porch where I sat.
    
    Humor blackened and is it not strange? -
    - There is nothing else left to inquire,
    Brightness, quietness, and light have arranged
    To hook up in my funeral pyre.
    
    In the gloomy and desolate sties
    We did roam with our questions unfair,
    Where’s the time, where’s your soul, where are dyes
    Of the sun rim that peered through your hair?
    
    There’s one love that is now and near
    And another one that is forever,
    Hell’s from then to eternity here, 
    We get lost since we change while we sever.
    
                                   1996
    
    

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