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About This Poem
panning of the vein
For a time we all must go away,
like orphaned memories
whos' only wish is to remain...
like windchimes in a hurrican
we lose the scent,
of song
of self
of flesh,
seeking to find what we think
we want and wish for-
For a time we must all go our way,
running swift to gleen the chain
to stroll from happy-saited-just to suckle pain:
lone lemming on the slippery edge,
for a time we all must go away-
Making trails like saturns rings
crossing minds with death's clear intent,
the opaque of pleasant things,
(brittle creatures in metal galaxies)
seeking whats inside our veins...
for awhile despite the truth of denial
like sandcastles in a driven rain
piece by piece or whole grain
we all must go away
but
we'll come back full(bloated) circle
after a thorough
panning of the vein
when the path back home
sings like a golden finch,
post-warm hearted rain...
for a time we all must go our way-
for tracie and linda
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