May 15, 2004

the crumbling sounds are getting louder

the crumbling sounds are getting louder
once distant hints of nothing
now cast shadows on my path
as i walk amongst these narrow things

i gaze not left or right
but i sense the coming of what
has always been long away
and seeing does no good

and as i laugh the echo coming back
as if reflected from some
ill-constructed mirror these things
not nearly quite so funny


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