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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