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The New Age
It dropped
like a hard rock
a lump that formed
in the pit of the stomach
Old pages crumpled
on the floor
flashes of the news
spilled out everywhere
Something was lost
by the clowns
writing about channel 5
and subway stations
In a heart beat
a truth was stolen
love left to plunder
only dry words
nicely arranged
will remain
Was it a true death
or a new birth
those who preach
against the ages
No longer something
of meaning lay bear
tenderness evaporated
passion a distant memory
for the heart
It all became
hard edges
angled lines
framed to look
somehow unframed
but bitterly
technical
So we close our eyes
and try to hold onto
something that was once
real before it completely
dies.
9:44 AM - 3/2/2008 -
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