(poetry) by ZamZ Fri Sep 18 2009 at 23:22:07
That vibrant
Color,
Hair flipped round
Taste and perfume,
A touch glanced

It's not the same,
You are separate now
You are departed

More part of your stage
Than you are of here
More an act
More theater
More mask.

That sight,
Movement
In spotlight shone
Light that danced,
Reflection on flesh.

Gone now, taken
What you once were
Beaten.

This is the art
of the spirit
That separates,
departs.

More part of my mind
Than the
parts of my soul

Distant,
Black and White,
Fading.

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