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Dreams of Impermanence

She is trying to bend

A silver tablespoon

With her mind

And a man to her will.

Whatever he was 

When they met it was 

Not enough they have 

Grown in different directions.

One has grown older

The other has grown up

If he will only genuflect 

Worship me in prayer.

Celebrate me a goddess.

If only he would bend

His broken knees to worship

At my pagan alter of fur and flesh.

Drink the bloody water of life

But he will not bend

He is not made of base metal

She hears him talking in his sleep.

Every night he forgets the same dream

From dusk until red eyed dawn

Until the exhausted light collapses

In his eyes he speaks in tangled.

Tongues in his atheist sleep

While the cliche riddled moon

Chases the fatherless sun

All he ever says is…

There is no spoon,

There is no spoon,

There is no spoon.  

08-16-06 1:47:13 PM.