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Stilled in voice unused
A memory echoes untended.
Once magic, now victim to
Heartless dreams,
Desperate wishes ~ tangled ~
Like words dead
in my throat.

I am lost.

I would die unspoken
But for time, my breath
Stirring it like fire
To cleave future from past,
Rattling loose ~ an imagining ~
A conjured moment
Unlike this one.

I am found.

StoneTosser (c) 2008