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the music lingers still
in dissonance shrill
wavered and broken

The water reaches skyward
driven back and bent
as by my days
pulled to earth and broken
I am lent
as an unsecured declining firmament

There are spirits here
that speak
they whisper silent messages
that no one hears but I
my life is spent
Only the night time steps remain
of ephemeral images left unclaimed
you were waiting then
as I sat at the fountain
alone in darkness
no music to be saved by lovers

Infinity Limited Magazine Winter 1993