radiance in death
thought the aging man
as he lay in bed, wrapped in layers of indulgent indolence
moments of decay broken
by occasional unspoken epitaphs
words written from the tomb
drowned out, by the death hammers closet crushing contact
beholding beauty beyond grasp
beyond the grave
the corpse in confinement, kissed the clouds continuously
Monday, January 31, 2011
Radiance In Death
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