Friday, December 23, 2005
Staring Death In The Face

characterized by things unsaid --
Unfinished business, ambiguities,
half-hearted attempts.
I can read the angle your jaw sets like an open book.
I see your eyes when I look in the mirror.
Does God exist? You
don't know and neither do I.
Torches flicker against the roof of the cavern --
Can you hear them calling?