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crinkles turn to wrinkles
smiles turn inside out
what’s passed is past
grinning boney bleached ivory whites

looking back at you
frightened you return its gaze
reach out to touch
this 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 the future frost

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

myths and stories cleansing life
eternity’s still, it’s forgetful
our tears freeze in torment
praying for a convenient covenant

in a verse that whispers
rhymes and rhythms to itself
an ocean of floating stars and unseen waves
lost melodies shimmering silent as tombs

waiting on the fantastic
combing through colored threads
designs passed down by life
as 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 our panic bides the time it haunts

until our wrinkles have turned to dust
and long ago lights someone’s future way
patiently the past waits its turn in queue
watching with a smile our now melt away.



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