Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
- Joined
- Apr 18, 2004
- Messages
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Shadows and victory
Wash it white. Wash it black.
So that we can understand again.
Five questions of W’s and a H stand out.
Yet you can’t see them.
A life of denial.
The voice of honesty not permitted.
Proofs burden.
A cold mother.
Hurricane sweeps up innuendo.
Hands held high in surrender at both sides of the table.
Fingers that point at voices of stop-start stutter.
Everything lost in a window of a room left silent.
The dust settles on dreams that could have been.
Even on everything that was real.
Time has left that brother. That sister.
To a memory where walls caved in, and enemies spoke through a collective.
A failure to communicate.
Heralds a new world order.
The wind breathes its eternal laugh.
At last, I was right all along...
