Tuesday, July 8, 2008

We carry our disagreements
down along a spiral staircase
and bury them among the dead.

When the bones of our past have risen,
we will know its time to part again.


s. thomas summers said...

wow - quite a powerful little pill. great images. enjoyed.

ozymandiaz said...

the tomb of my past has opened and the stale breath of disdain permeates my senses