by Paolo macariola
Silent is the river
of our immortal defeat
i now fall upwards
into voiceless oblivion
six feet under the sand
is our borrowed existence
together we embrace the shadows
millennia's apart
We spent forever like this
in silence, in defeat
we wither in the dry flowerbeds
under the dying galaxies
ours is but a trickling memory
rain falls upwards
i cease to believe
-october 6 2009 las pinas city, Philippines
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