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Gone

Maybe passion is just an ideal
Chandelier of sleep
The base never moves
Cluster of topaz dreams
Giving the tree of life
Always heading past death
Freedom cleaves to letting go
We see nothing in vanity
We are all alone
Artists of dalliance
Gallant ships of another s perception
Unimpressed fallen Bordeaux
Ubiquitous trivia
Defined by stained glass tears
Tragedy salvages the sequin mask
You are Verdun
We are trenches of the rainy night
Bury the opulent dead
They have come to our wedding
The other side looks on
They smile at the children
We leave like proud shadows
Unworthy to loose his latchet
Darling, one of us is gone

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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