Down at the water’s edge translating visions to flesh
Down by the river carrying dreams out to sea
Down by the water’s bright edge
Where the half-dead men dance
A sad and faltering fandango
With the ghosts of my vanity
Whisper don’t waken the beasts of my childhood
Whisper those secrets in vacuum night hollow
Whisper my dull wishes
In the hall’s half-shell echo
As if dances with dead men
Will capture my sanity
June 2011
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