david eisele
By jvriesema
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Walking through illuminated corridors,
he searches through closing-end dreams
arriving at the end of linear platitudes;
words withstanding the barrage from his house of cards.
Women fawn and follow his footsteps;
his smile an irony to the truth behind the blue of his eyes;
his life carrying the wind of the edges of his surgeon's coat;
a hyphenated pause in an early morning room;
his name emblazoned upon the corridors of walls and plastic dreams;
forever spinning in a dream at 3 A.M.
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