ashes, ashes, we all fall down...

today we spread ash on our face
to remember, remember our place
we are dust
we are ether
we are anything but

i think she'd agree
we've got our own vigil to keep
she preferred barefoot through the briar

from station to station
i move
passive under my own sounds
pushing me in
bracing me down
this is where i was
this is anything but

i think she'd agree
i've got my own vigil to keep
she preferred walking on fire

today we remember our place
we are dust
we are ether
we are energy
we are anything, anything but

1 Comments:

Something about this poetry, with the Elliot before it... really works. I know you didn't post this to get some random, impersonal artistic criticism, but... you're onto something with these two posts and I figure it's my job to say so.
Mike M. | Homepage | 02.11.05 - 6:33 pm | #

By Blogger adriana, at Saturday, October 06, 2007 8:47:00 PM  

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