Nothing at All

November 23, 2012

Stomaching its imminence I
Let fear caress my head.
Death waits, but never for long
Behind the nearest tree
And framed inside the shadow.
Even when the lights go out
It stays with me.
Nothing as such was glamorous
When I accept it
The sorrow of symphonies is silent.

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