I see the shadow

     that crosses the periphery

        of my vision,

           just out of view;

              reaches to touch me

           ’til I move away.

I see it skitter

     in some other dimension–

        waiting for the day…


The brightest of my notions

     will one day lead to that alone:

A concert of darkness

     in a symphony of bone.


     A single note will persist

     Long after the rest of this self

        ceases to exist.

     And against the span

        of all eternity

     That alone will represent

        The true essence and soul of Me.



Winter 2006

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