10 January 2011

There is a thing which represents a different thing.
A time and place that are no longer of consequence.
No longer ringing with even a single drop of truth.

Denial.

Faded images from moments that are sordid photographs.
A thick glass lens through which there are no faces.
No dancing under spakle flaked ceilings of youth.

Denial.

Love that is not really a thing of reality in an hour.
A sense of belonging that is in fact something false.
No blending of your soul with outrageous laughter.

Denial.
Sage

Just don't.

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