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Eden’s Foray

August 27, 2012

How uncomfortably those fleeting faeries fade,

their glittered eyes dimming dull with the dying

lights from the show like diminishing reverbs from the same.

 

Their magic comes to them on tabs

and their wisdom dissipates like smoke:

they dance about in the dew and magicolor

as long as the sun doth shine

but pale before the fade and the night and the real –

That which shatters the veil.

 

They are cowering behind the leaves

like our parents in Eden,

yet they walkabout with smiles

in broad day and believing

that they among us are Chosen.

 

Were I one of them, I would pity myself.

And I do, perhaps,

but yet I am naked and they adorned.

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