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Past Arcturus

Posted by WilkyBarKid on August 31, 2008 - 21:58
from the ABC set 2008

The light from this moment is somewhere out
past Arcturus and the skin on my lips
long since less than dust, but still the tactile
impression of her kiss remains; like scar
tissue, constantly renewed. Memories -
at least, the ones that matter - keep playing
in the cinema of my skull, for Hell
is reality TV shows without
an off switch, where Heaven discretely skips
over forgiven scenes. And all the while,
as the universe expands and each star
grows more remote, I make up theories
about how - although my life is fraying
at the edges - I recall her so well:

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Gilbert | September 1, 2008 - 16:00

Fine poignant poem.
Especially liked-
"Memories -
at least, the ones that matter - keep playing
in the cinema of my skull, for Hell
is reality TV shows without
an off switch, where Heaven discreetly skips
over forgiven scenes".
(Think there may be a typo in "discretely ", btw).
Nice ending too.

D.