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Maelstrom

call fneOPhelia -do -
for I am beyond the tock,
and though I am not dead Iknow
all there is to know
of blank spaces - of faces
expressionless for misery -
in snapshot.

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scarlet seems .r.edder than blood, redder than death:
\eyen death has its boundaries.
as if symbolic we strain towards the horror words -
horse drawn elaborations of
what weare afraid to know,
and not know: the trappings
of immortality and all that we contain
of truth.

unclarity - like the milky eyes of eternity -
mute and tied to abstractions,
Iam more terrified of life, than death.
Ihave a firm belief in nothingness but not
the strength for lies
nor eccentric little doves flying
south on the wings of an impotent faith.

and so Imust become accustomed
to death - and her to me - or,
unable to die Iwill be
Silence: become the rain,
at times, and
fall.

Veronica Susan Zito

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