we are them
and have been
at once ourselves terribly
longing to remember
they have been dancing behind our veneer
dancing though long since dead
we sometimes dance behind living this and that
and once we longed to die
a confusion for sure
as sure as tears burn
behind the eye
a curtain of tension
memory shakes its fur
dust dances
we've emerged
from among the living
we are dancing now
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
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