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History
There is no exhilaration of love
where the motherhood of friendship withers
and yet friendships stand forever
naked and true
in the once circumstance
a canyon of ancient beauties
desolate of green
a barren and discarded womb
still stands empty and heavy
of a thing that time never ceases to appreciate
desire within its long lost possibilities

A friend in a moment
a lover's great need
is God
greeting us with doom

Doom and Love
Love in Doom
Doom by Love
even
Love lain in ruin

The finery and labor of youth
burn in time

the funerary ruin lives on
a spector over the living
that all that lives and loves
will one day remain only
in the vast open emptiness