AS IF SHE WERE THERE ALREADY
WAITING WHILE WONDERING ALOUD
WITHIN EACH STRAND OF SILKEN HAIR
DANGLING WHILE DODDERING
EACH FOLLICLE FELL FAINTLY ADRIFT
DESCENDING GENTLY UPON EACH SHOULDERS
MORNING DEW, COUGHING IMPATIENT QUIETUDE
EVER SO MEEKLY, NO PROMISED PROMENADE
WOULD APPEAR, WHILE PACING TO AND FRO
MANICLY THROUGH EACH WAILING HOUR
AS IF THE END WERE CREEPING NEAR
OR CLOSELY ADJACENT TO SOME EVER BEYOND
AS LIFE TICKED BY SLOWLY YET DETERMINED
WITH EACH WAVE OF MINUTE CENTRIPETAL WAND
OVER EACH HOUR OF SECRET INDIFFERENCE
INSENSITIVELY DESCRIBING IN WHISPERS
HER PRECIOUS THOUGHTS TO ANOTHER
AS IF THE INEVITABLE END WERE PROXIMAL
LEAVING HER EACH EVER WANDERING LONELY
DOWN SOME LONG NARROW UNCLEAR
AS EACH PROPOSED INEVITABILITY DID UNFOLD
FILLLED WITH WATERFALLS OF INTEMPERATE SORROW
BEGGING PARDON OF EVERY INCLEMENT FEAR
WHILE WALKING HAND IN HAND WITH HER MEMORIES
INTOTHE BEYOND'S UNKNOWN NEBULOUS MAZE
WADING WHILE WONDERING WEARILY THROUGH
EACH FOLLICLE OF FADING AFTER THOUGHT
STRANDED UPON EACH RESIGNED SHOULDERS
REAR VIEW REFLECTION, WITHOUT A CLUE
OF WHERE TO GO AND WHAT TO DO
AFTER EACH RITUAL GENUFLECTION'S DESCENT
TO A DEITY NOT AWAITING HER TREMBLING HAND
WITH OUTSTRETCHED SOLACE, INVITATION OR REPLY
SUMMONING HER TO ENTER INTO HEAVENLY EMBRACE
ONLY TO DISCOVER THE VOID DARKNESS SMILES,
WELCOMING HER WONDERING WHY NO MORE TO THIS PLACE
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