I heard the pain in every string of notes piling on the fear of impending death.
I saw him perspire blood, squint in no bright light, weep without tears.
Choking back nothing, choked back by never living again -
Can any means justify this end?
To have a legacy, screaming all the way, unnerving crescendos snagged on unready minds...
Is tantamount to building it.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
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