evaporated hope (a vision lost)

as naked in dress as the desires impressed

upon the breast of an unknowing martyr’s chest

the ceremonial pyre of their last rights

an after-thought never brought up

a fire cannot contain light when the fuel

is no longer fed much like the dead

that sit upon the shelf, contained in a dusty urn,

the purgatory that stretches the moment until

forgotten and returned to the earth

an erased story: forgotten

the unsung songs can no longer warm

the soul limited where once limitless

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