Thursday, November 24, 2005


I follow you, firmly placing
My bare feet into your
Vacated footprints. A remnant of you
The only indication

That you were ever here
I am enclosed in this nunnery
I leap up, fall back, behind
The barbed wire in my mind

And the Matriarch, the Mother Superior
She embodies perfection, impervious to nature
We are both blanched, silent, staring upwards
At the sky – Our pallid Nirvana


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