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And so they tell me,
"She is free, now -
unlike you,
she does not ache
as joys fade into memories,
nor pace her will
to poor meat's faltering -
she sees redemption
in the anguished lost,
and, in the storms of tragedy,
smiles at the coming of the rain."

Darling, don't leave -
behind's an abyss,
ahead's a desert of the soul.
I did not guess
that mercy so could leave me
to envy bone



- 1985


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The following comments are for "And so they tell me"
by johnlibertus

bleak
John, once again an eloquent depiction of the soul's landscape. "Poor meat's faltering," lovely.

( Posted by: cybele [Member] On: June 7, 2004 )

and so they tell me
Wonderful. I don't know what else to say, really. Thanks.

( Posted by: die_daily [Member] On: June 8, 2004 )





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