Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 26, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10-26-05 wednesday 11:54pm

what say those august whispers now? lost in the fission that is life. time's metamorphosis condemns us as stand we trial. for crimes not committed quickdsanding in double jeopardies and habeus corpsus's.

where there is life. where there is love. there can be no justice.

only empty boats adrift in the marintime. full of ghosts whose voices are not heard. and flesh all peeled off from its skeletons. charting courses for days that won't come. when finally it's over and something new has at last begun.

we're not the colors. just doused in their fluids. we're not the words. only their captives until corrosion eradicates these cages.

no words hold me now. but your memory sitll does. in black and white. like an old movie that's actors have all died. echoes of truths once sought. because i know they were real. i just couldn't prove it to you.

we say nothing now. as we always have. but each day. each nigh it becomes more apparent. that what is left will not follow. we must carry it with us or else leave it there. to languish in what once we were. and ponder always what we might've been.