visitations through the ether,

a cyber-cryptic call across time and space


i don’t know whether the heart lives here still

between these thorny sheets,

or if it has moved away,

to a distant land of disbelief renewed


strength comes in hidden form disguised as quiet weakness;

but is it really real?


i cannot touch that which is no longer seen

so i live no more in broken dreams,

or thus the pretense goes,

extant in these moments on the darkening edge of life


copyright r.b.franklin 23/07/06

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