LAKE OF THE LIVING
 rain seems to spot and burst in exploding pain
on the lakes secret surface
never enters deeper but still fills in its death
i touch the cold smooth skin
will i push into its vast dark depth
lift the veil
seperate past and present
crucify my left hand
stigmata my right
objects blur into the nonsense we create
the wooden boardwalk creaks at horrors footstep
yet still it allows tears to dry
against the grain of lovers
A ghost,spirit ,alone
perhaps still loved
eats each echo it finds
trying to remember the real voice
choices hang in suicidal webs
spiders knit steel girders
and glass replace the lions teeth
the lake quiet now
stillÂ
perhaps filled in deaths reign
brief the raindrops life
then eternal in that huge vat
i push my frame deep
past the filmy surface
just for a minute , i feel anothers touch
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