+++++++++++++
she had a memory
foam
heart that retained
an
impression
of
everyone
(good or
bad)
who
ever
touched
it.
and
i was the smiling
jackass,
sitting out the
dance as
she performed
her
shadow ballet.
+
come love.
and
we shall see
what
darkness sees
whenever
it
suffocates those
bright..
for
scary
are
the
Symbols
of
Truth!
( when
viewed
with
second
sight.)
+
then
we
stayed up
long
after the
dawns hypocrisy
cursed
us with
it's
ephemeral
light.
loving,
and
hating
and
lamenting
the
loss
of another
sacred
Night.
+
but
i
remain
a
smiling
jackass
with little
to say!
other
than provide
a useless
critique.
(of her
Shadow
Ballet.)
j.s.h.
critique.
(of her
Shadow
Ballet.)
j.s.h.
