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simulacrum of life

Sunday, April 15, 2007

hands

walking along the coastal path
salt spray and cold ocean breeze
swirling around and biting
shivering in the cold
we reach out to the other
your hand finding mine

the fire pit before us
we stand before it
bedecked in garlands of flowers
we circle the pit
one tiny step at a time
always your hand in mine

lying in bed
weakened by life's pressures
the only sound
the wheezing of my chest
i squeeze your hand
one last time

thus spake satchithananda at 10:43 am

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