What was left out of disaster

Sat, 05/25/2013 - 03:20 -- 7272rh

Who peers
the window waiting in fear for
A moment?
A moment that confirms eternity- inferno or haven

Starting an ending is a start
Ending a start is an end
But where hope once was grows into permanence

Shut eyes, tight throat, and memories
condensed and sunken
That heart is the only buoyant lifesaver
when everything else weigh heavily

Look out the window now
people are spirits
invisible for your two small peeping eyes to search
But when others feel the breeze rush up
Their selves chip away
no more greed and instead
The grains of people leave
and what was left
Of the moment


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