Distance

Keeping a distance.
Not here, over there.
A cloning insistence.
Imperial stare.
Play it safe.
Don't get too close.
Fade away.
You never know for sure
when your own death
might come to play
a tune on you.

Who are we now...?
Apart but still together.
Running to a home
that isn't there.
Stop and stare.
The window bares
such overriding pain.
Sun shining yet
the rain keeps pouring
out of eyes that used to
hold the skies.

He worked with light
but lived in darkness.
Projecting fright
into the atmosphere.
The porn comes up
in images that run
too long to feel.
Past left behind.
There never was
a future to be held.
The iron ore is melting
into smoky wedding bans.
Burning out a path
within his distance...

? Michaelette ?

9/25/2004
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