Fragments of still life

September and 23 December 2010

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Memories returned

Still pieces of life

from tables overturned

by love so rife

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 A tear on a cheek

A mere peck on the side

Not a symptom of weak

By no rules do I abide

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Or maybe the rule of love

That I like to observe

Perched with you, lil dove

The thought hit a nerve

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You may be perched so high

But remember perched above

Rocks sit and can never fly

So quit them to find the love

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How much can a being

into pieces just fragment

Upon darkness seeing

Each and every torment

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I know not of glass

As in stout plastic I am

This too shall pass

Both abjection and glam

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Picking up does lift

pieces like it does spirits

and helps come swift

Recognition of no limits

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Who else can be whole now?

And if you say rocks will fly

I won’t even question how

Won’t even dare to ask why

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