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by panta rhei » June 17th, 2005, 3:58 pm
the barricade
of an empty memory, and the face, absent,
still blooming in their urn of hope:
as if the the singing alone
had led them back
to this place,
as if this was the tune
they needed to renounce
their eyes are wide open
they sing of nothing
they go blind
in the day that
goes out with them
this silence is bright
there are no boundaries
in light