part one

Posted: September 10, 2008 in POEMS /futility of words
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Tears don’t become pearls

Not glimmering down the cheek

Mixed merges with dust

And wet clay gives form to another body

Quest for sanity doesn’t end with another word

Another maybe not

But the self same word

Tears floods the clay body

Not glimmering down the cheek

Into another tale of unfulfilled quest

To give form to another body

Not another maybe

But yet unable to create self

When I shut my eyes tight

Not one drop tickles down

Into the clay body

That was me

Once upon a time

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