THE WALL

I find the further back I go, the better I remember things, whether they happened or not.
Mark Twain

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THE WALL
I stopped by our wall again today
Staring
Just staring
I saw an image of you
Fleeting
As you hurried by
It was like somebody
Had stood on my grave
You in all your finery
Mirrored on a blank wall
Blank
Just like your face.

GILDED BIRDS

GILDED BIRDS

 The only beauty left

Is the struggle for perfection

Beauty is asking to be used

Real beauty endures

Like a rhythm or a cadence

Or a sphere

 

Beauty is an unknown face

Somewhere, in that place

Where something has happened,

Or will soon.