there is never emptiness
for in the black there is an awareness
of calm
a redundancy of harm
where the rhapsodies of love notes flow
harmoniously slow
where the scene
of declining souls serene
might never be
could ever see?
as the fingers pull tears
from the ivory eyes and years
fall from lives of fire
the terms of contract raise higher
closer comes the price of this
absolute remiss
the understanding of it all
was subterfuge, a fall
and here is the success
this is to possess?
©2008 Hey Hey
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