Mind's Suspension

White mare falling
out of the sky -
night-mare reaching in
and flying high.
How could it all
have come
to this one point...?

Timeless, held in
mind's suspension,
feelings came to haunt
a gaunt and dark-eyed
creature. One that
used to know himself
as man.

No matter what
the others chose to see.
He knew the warp
and waning of
the endless tapestry.

Beyond all suffering,
he felt their death.
It wasn't very
far ahead at all.

White mare turning,
burning into
blackened ash
dispersed upon
the wind.

What difference then...?
the colors in between...

? Michaelette ?

4/21/2002
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