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By Ali Date: 2003 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.17.04.35.8416]] |
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"If we two"-- Echoes of the written Soul follow past, entreating The present to follow through, In a whirlwind wonder, if This all should fall behind-- But how true would I become, How would the flighted fall, Within the arms of what is Mocked, with an unholy rhythm? Leave these things to be, Existing beyond such frail fingers, As the control is no longer mine, No longer yours, if ever it was-- Such foolish mortals are we. Never were we above these days, Exalted to the highest hell, As Dante paces the cage of his Unearthly inferno, I would have cause To wonder the question, the duty That is night ridden, the hell On earth that kingdom come, With a single kiss, or its absence-- But which to choose? I am no oracle, No honest muse nor gypsy, And I do not wear the purple robes Of majesty, honor, or undoubted truth-- For what will is the way, but the heart That sometimes, decieves by necessity. But I see your eyes through the glass Of yesterday's fractured beginnings, And I wonder if it was I who caused The fire and the rift, the quiet And the storm, reaching beyond a pale Women's worn out words, quilled By a hand now still, but forever remained-- Were those words written for my heart, Or were they composed for any other, Another sister struggling, the inner And the outer guise faltering, clashing, With all the world coming down, upon The possibility of a single, sweet kiss. |