Passages (Redux)


quel esta, mellon,

as horse king once said:

dark have been my

dreams of late


soul is stripped, nerve endings bare

for closure came and forced me there

into a place where truth confronts

and escape is not an option

the meaning clear, the bird has flown

no more seeds of delusion sown

what a sad old mad old glorious ride

when all is said and done

ripped and sewn then ripped again

enough, enough, forego the pain

and leave it be what it will be

for she is now a we once more

it is the way, it is the world

time to just let life unfold

hoping still to find a way

and joy yet in the passage

copyright r.b.franklin 27/09/06

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