there is a waltz
here, sustained
long after harp
and string and song
have returned
to the stardust
whence they came.
the natural things
continue, oh harmonic ballet,
death begetting life
ad infinitum et ultra;
but there are
certain dark things
that linger, a thread
snagged in death's robe.
but who is god to deny
this little girl's dance?
she dances on.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
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