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Reality Plays

The tears of breath
That course through eyes
Of shattered apocalypse
Stained with the words
That passed from your lips
To mine, as I realize
The closure of death

Reality plays
In waves
Like the sunrise
That dies with the day
And lives in the night.

I decline;
Second thoughts entertain
The sleepless
Haunt the husband-less
And evade the dead.
--September 2005