Thursday, January 06, 2005

"Clinging to a Dream"

i can see her,

coming in and

out of focus,

fading away.

i grab on and

cling to her skirt,

fluttering about.

she's smiling but

fading away.

my gal friday,

i lament her,


buried in the

sands of daylight:


if this is my


then why do i

still want to dream

of beloved


and i see her


lying headless,

an object of

my mockery

once and long past.

it's bitter now,

and i am the

one that is mocked.

i remember

the words upon

his pedestal:

"I am Ozymandias, King of Kings! Look upon my works ye mighty, and despair!"

the glorious

day beckons to

me. attrition


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