Dead Stones

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    Still, that angelic smile
    Can move mountains;
    Droughts begin, droughts end,
    Flourish spring fountains.

    Still, that toss of hair
    Can hammer in nails, turn
    My heart cold, a coffin,
    Disturb forgotten scars, burnt

    In corners, disheveled ashes
    Where wounds, stabs, gashes
    Left Troy in tears;
    Still, those innocence, lashes

    Can invert a heart that strives
    To walk by right;
    Subvert shudders, reduce air,
    Increase light… the likes.

    O’ —, won’t you ever let me
    Redeem my place, integrity?
    Or are those dead stones yours
    Forever, down the days, years?

    2004-10-26

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