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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Nov 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.05.13.47.16725]] |
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Dip the brush in ink again, back to face frozen from a time refusing to be advanced, Gliding over eyes with gentlestrokes in art as in life, where once they had romanced. Careful consideration marks perception; due justice to the radiance long appreciated, Let's see if you can capture the essence of the beauty before what was unanticipated. Hands trembling, should I continue; it's facsimile of whenever I was with you, in love, Recall mascara smears marking track of tears, at departure, at my push, your shove. Countless figurines on a master craftsman's easel; take sparse canvas, make it glow, Acid of always-careless boys ate away the innocence enameling epic heartbreak ago. I met what was left, a remainder of once upon a times, imperceptible fractures, pale, And for a storybook moment I managed to illustrate such possibilities in vibrant detail. Sure enough, fire it to prove it strong, it becomes baptism familiar to me; burnt away, As incinerations die down, we sift through ashes to find a precious piece of yesterday. Look anew upon my display of porcelain templates; long pedestal of fragile statuettes, Methinks the memories that torture the souls of the decorous are ones held as regrets. Find subtle grasp, the shell shivers to the touch; pressure's too much and she submits, Right back to same bull that trampled her delicate china psyche to unrecognizable bits. What's it worth when she's shattered, reassembly is hopeless and as she turns to you, Your substitute reaction is to greet her with kiss of your sledgehammer instead of glue? |