Living History

Singly, the cells survived, in all their variations;
enduring living heat untold by mind.
Each flame another meter of their pain.
The cold, unfeeling scientific attitudes of men
had fled the scene just as the pain began.

Compassion flared and died within an instant.
The feelings of their death were lingering.
Noxious fumes blew through the open
windows of their living rooms.
The nothingness of wind was
conquering the feel of order lost.

The balance, thought essential, tossed
and turned within the depths of all their dreams.
The endless schemes of mental history were deafening.
The moment came, when each of them,
must face their own creations - within an atmosphere
that bled their lives into an ever-loss of time.
And all that used to rhyme was battling
for just another fleeting feel of utter majesty.
The rhythm faltering within the offbeat
of each breath.

While singly, the cells survived, in all their variations;
enduring living heat untold by mind.
Each flame another meter of their pain.
The cold, unfeeling scientific attitudes of men
had fled the scene just as the pain began.
To seek, but only find another pain-filled altercation.
As all their minds were melting into living history...

? Michaelette ?

7/23/2003
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