When Love No Longer Is the Object of Your Affection


I’ve been to the monument
and the inland sea ..

the land that time forgot.

where I walked between
the rising sun

and the trees of blackest night
with diesel’s mournful wail

beneath star filled nights
the midnight sun reflected

the moon and stars
along the rails of time

the trails of tears I walk along

reflecting …

tears of lace
and wicked armor

endless tales of sacrifice and greed
told with hopeless glory

tales of sweet relief
no longer the object of their affection.

Abandoned buildings,
interiors scorched, walls,
rooms, spaces, hearts and diamonds,
mirrored ceilings left hanging,
the scars of pain from inner sight
reflecting … wandering through
a world of virtual reality with


no longer, the object of


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