days spent awake

faces blur in memory
twist familiar skulls
like slow smoke
from a funeral pyre
who are you now
some forgotten line
in a melodrama’s
clichéd end
the cues are lost
the marks misplaced
why even try
to learn your part
speak into truth
time hears no excuse
(July 30, 2013)

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