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When Gone is the Ghost
Contributed by
Lee
on
Wednesday, 14th April 2010 @ 10:19:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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Beggar's rights Delighting in the derelict occasion Marking the passing of another time Centuries old, but only recently acknowledged I know somehow I do not belong in this festival I am Queen of Egypt Tonight, my Coronation Though no longer of light, I truly do Not belong in this festival
The man inside a glass cage Looks out at the world As though it were the imprisoned spectacle The shadow of my ancestors Plagues my mind in sleep Some years later I have forgotten Grass starts to whither Trees fade to skeletal monuments On an unusually calm day, I am caught too close to an inviting tree He leans over and whispers The words-the very words!- Turning a formerly pleasant creature to a monster: The shame brought on by knowing The difference between two Opposing forces is not easily washed away In masquerades our masks determine our Anonymity, which in turn Reveals the entirety of our scars, hidden.
Copyright ©
Lee
... [
2010-04-14 10:19:22] (Date/Time posted on
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