derek@uwvax.UUCP (Derek Zahn) (12/06/84)
The light changes subtly and I
Stop
Near the center of the black ring.
Smoky ghosts trailing and twining behind,
Scent faintly acrid, yet intangibly sweet
In the corner of memory's eye,
Seen from a cold vantage
Near the center of the black ring.
A face is set, masked in pale pallor
That is more than reflection of smoke-filtered
crescent moonlight
Near the center of the black ring.
The heart still sluggishly beats, as I pause;
Wisp-wraith moonlight shifts silently,
Illuminating little,
Near the center of the black ring.
Only the echoes are heard,
Dim shadows in dusty footprints,
Near the center of the black ring.
derek
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