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feelings that lie without reference
beneath an expressionless face ,
unidentified and vagrant in a netherworld,
an emptiness that once held a story of fanciful flight,
landing in the disintigration of it's height,
once bursting at the seams with vibrance and light,
now, it's song sung, the story told,
the flame dies, the illumination grows cold,
and time stands by, undaunted by it's eviction,
in observance of the dimming presence,
although, no affliction,
a pithy moment in time
ends in apathetic ambiguity,
and time moves on,

cackling in it's obscurity.

3:16 AM 5/12/2013 ©