there will be a passion
no longer, what it took
to believe in action
burned chemical and brief
the ways learned to master
worlds of others and their wills
brittle, soluble plaster
the space behind such walls
asserting through their cast
just the dark
the uncut and unframed past
all the fill of life
all the integrity ashen
but still warm and willing
to warm us to resurrection
aug 1, 11
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