Thursday, August 28, 2008

reusable

as the recycling of you
advances beyond all meaning
i hold you close
today a whisper
tomorrow a scream

this breathing re-creation
from spent refuse to sublime
i push you down
today a dawnless sun
tomorrow a golden glow

i make you mine alone
from the pieces that i leave
i reconstruct
today a mindless chatter
tomorrow words so clear

the apathy i show you
never deters from its course
i stand with
today a broken vessel
tomorrow reusable once more


1 comments:

Anonymous said...

then the time comes, when one cannot be recycled again.

waste.