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Transient life

by  Bobo

Posted: Monday, December 15, 2003
Word Count: 59




I see the fear in your eyes -
evil iced jags
tearing at dark lustrous velvet.

No need to be afraid,
is what I long to say.
Yet my mouth speaks no words -
rather it contorts
in pained silence.

We have today.
Don't we?
This moment.
Its own glorious eternity.
Let us luxuriate
in the certainty of now.