LIQUID VISION
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NEW ANNIVERSARY
It’s like somebody died
The casket smothered
A cavalcade of holidays red letter days and birthdays
In between those days of which there seem so many
The lack of ritual lack of natural rhythm
Slows them almost to slow motion
New anniversary a voice that speaks to me
An aching hole a whisper of another place in space and time
New anniversary the silence counsels me
In shifting pictures but it brings me no discernible relief
It is a paradox
A twisted turn of fate
That once such life affirming forces now recede into their opposites
Ordinary days chords of emptiness
Daily chores steeped in sadness
Lack of ritual slows them to slow motion
New anniversary a voice that speaks to me
An aching hole a whisper of another place in space and time
New anniversary the silence counsels me
In shifting pictures but it brings me no discernible relief
New anniversary
An aching hole
New anniversary
In shifting pictures
An aching hole
Whisper of another place in space and time
The silence counsels me
New anniversary
In shifting pictures
An aching hole
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