#2156 - little cameos

 

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little cameos

 

those dead to me

and the truly gone

whom no apology brings back

 

is there a difference?

 

love’s love and gone is gone

 

and yet they randomly return

 

it’s not to be explained

 

there’s some press mention

a picture pops up on the screen

 

the gone and so ancestral now

 

old friends, family never met

 

some burnt up on re-entry

or a cigarette went down

 

they’re like the weather

now moving offshore

 

still, when they come to mind

you’ve a guess at the gone

as if they were somewhere

 

there’s never any fanfare

not even ‘here they come’

 

see you in my dreams some say

intimate irony there!

 

we’re all here for the vanish  

 

take the world for another spin

 

the sap is upwardly mobile

flesh, blood keep time

breathe on!  what else?

 

the machine is full of ghosts

 

often it’s just as if an eye sideways

so they see me now

 

it’s as with the light of stars to reach us

when we face off

into the dream pitch dark

 

far gone

far and away