my dreams dance across the stratosphere
as I lay back cloud watching or stargazing
or simply staring at a forgotten sunset
through your ceiling
letting the silence of the night
flow like Orion's shadow over our bodies
and permeate everything
like death seeping between
the infinitessimal cracks in time
speak of aristotelian irrelivancies
in whispered voices
so we don't disturb
the dying spirits of fallen angels
speak of blasphemies and fantasies
and speak of everything between
speak to fill the loneliness of the witching hour
time passes in waves
and then ceases to pass
having grown weary of the world
until even heaven has fallen asleep

10/25/2001

Posted on 10/25/2001
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