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Xenotaphia
for Sheila
- And the day draws to a close
- winter light still cold upon lips and nose
- the breath a vapour
- that masques and conceals
- truth's truest light.
- Retire headlong to the safest place
- a mixage métaphorique
- bind sorrow to a heavy stone
- cast it to the depths
- watch as it sinks.
- Through planes of memory
- through the empty silences
- once populated by voices familiar
- and of which you should make
- what you will.
(December, 2000)
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