Jumping Souls

May 6, 2008
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Jumping souls like stepping stones
Lighting hearts on fire, ashing each like lazy cigarettes
{The kind that sit fixed between uncertain fingers}
Burning away while you remain lost in translation with thoughts
The incandescent flame inching towards emptiness
Until finally the red ball drops
Extinguishing another witness to your long forgotten fame.





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