February 17, 2005

Love Poem: To Nihilism and Back

The pillars of reality
will crumble,
and render
me ageless,
you homeless,
and our bodies free
to meet and meld
and melt

into nothing,
and render
me fleshless,
you boneless,
and our souls free
to brightly burn

into a fine, pale ash -
it will write our song
with tiny particles on the wind,
me wordless,
you voiceless,

to be carried, trembling

into the minds of
a homebound one,
an aging other,


Summer 2004.

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