"Robert Morpheal" <morpheal@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> It was a time
> of living outside of time.
> as worms
> among the corpses,
> eating up deceased words
> with growing disinterest,
> ghosting in and out of sight,
> writhing in the eye sockets
> of close friends,
> nearly trapped there
> into confessions,
> trying to find the way out,
> from the ignorance
> of gatherings of hollow men.
> No one was really alive,
> and no one was really dead,
> but it would always be over
> in an instant,
> and no one knowing when.
> There were multiple resemblances
> to the living,
> but no getting personal
> with any of those lovers.
> They would only cut away hair,
> steal every ounce of strength,
> and end it all
> in a beheading the beast.
> Romance was only about
> finding a way out
> from under the mushroom cloud
> and everything else
> was the perpetual mind field
> where a careless stray thought
> could explode everything
> into a subatomic nothingness,
> that many prayed for.
> We ended up being priests
> giving them all last rites,
> while damning most of them,
> to living again.
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No one was really alive and no one was really dead? What is that really?
None existent perhaps.
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