Spaceman In Arcadia
post-apocalyptic musings from the edge of reality
Monday, August 9, 2010
Death In A Rowboat
autumn comes
for the loved and
the loveless ones all
bearing its thorns
its cutting edge
and scorn
Mirrors crack
doorways freeze
spirits rise
too great to erase
trapped like
gas in a corpse,
leaking through to this
universe one soul
to the next.
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