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THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER


the skies
for all their November blue-brilliance
are poised for
rain

they cry for all of yesterday's
remembrances

and I am my brother's keeper
and I am my Mother's pretended friend
and my Father's lost soul

who are you
in all of this
blue-brilliance
this sky show
of last leaves
and ruby glow
so scarlet
they remind me of blood
and the ties which no longer tie

November is the month
where memory goes to die
and wither
and fall to the ground
waiting for winter winds to sweep
them all around

we who have slumbered through
this year that never was
a parade of ghosts
and lack of showing
where is everyone and everything going

to the dusk
and to the dust
and to the shroud
what are these shadow words
we scream aloud
full of voice
but meaning
almost nothing.


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