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By Ali Date: 2006 Aug 30 Comment on this Work [[2006.08.30.23.49.16959]] |
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The beauty fades as existence prevails. My smile seemed brighter only a moment ago. The key fits, but does not turn-- And it does not matter, because I did not ask. I should've asked. I should've tried. I shouldn't have let it all turn from rain to dust. Ah, but both feast and famine kill, in different ways, in different rivers--in my heart, the deepest of all my fears, pooled together. I watch; I wait; I am silent--but unredeeming. I take the bait, eager, willing, wild-- but I forget to swallow, and simply entangle myself. It isn't all pretty--and the look of beauty costs. The color of it all hypnotizes the dreamer in the dream--and I pretend to awake, though I have yet to sleep. I merely eat the dreams that come, never realizing, or unpacking the pretense, that the heart that flickers, fevers, and then flails may have never been my own. Like beauty, memory fades. |