ruins

look at the sun
along the off-white
afternoon over my shoulder

memory
speaks through heroic ideal
shivered beauty

lashed by cold light
your questions
lip air

go out
fall to ruin
walk ordinary matter

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Anonymous said…
aaaaaaah, gorgeous

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