silent moments
wait like
expectations of a memory
downstairs in my
thoughts;
we linger along
lifeless trails
pronouncing
an end to our
imagination
and developed ethics;
drawn towards a
conclusion,
a solemn bit
of evidence,
a controlled fantasy,
highlighting the
unmistakable,
the undeniable . . .
if truth could prevail
and we did not . . .
if choices offered us
more than limitations . . .
silent moments wait
with me like
always, carefully
controlled and
obedient as ever.
April 8, 1986
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