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crinkles turned to wrinkles
smiles turned inside out
what’s passed is past
grins boney back bleached ivory white

looking back at you
frightened you return the gaze
reach out to touch
the creature you will become

descended cold from death’s surprise
lifted by the story of a stork
dead dropped by doctored demons whose
lattice patterns foretold a future frost

the mists in the morning
the frozen lamps of night
forgive the day its clear blue heat
bathe us again in starlight mysteries

mysteries make good stories of the myth of life
eternity still forgets
our tears freeze in torment
we pray for some convenient covenant

in a verse that whispers
rhymes and rhythms to itself
in an ocean of stars floating on unseen waves
lost melodies gone silent remind us

waiting on the fantastic
combing through the threads
designs passed down by life
what if we were God?

epitaphs denounce us down to the day
bought and paid for zodiacs cipher seconds
science takes forever so we settle for hope
inside of panic we bide our time with sleep

when our wrinkles have turned to dust
and long ago is someone’s future light
patiently the past waits its turn in queue
frozen in time our now already past.



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