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By Jubal Submitted by Jubal29717 Date: 2003 Mar 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.03.09.53.25724]] |
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Room 315 Time is suspended in the dim hush of the room Amidst the sighs, clicks, and whirrs of the machines Tethering you to this plane and to me. Room 315...my agonizing Gethsemane Where I have waited and prayed But now I realize that it is time. First I trace the contours of you face. A simple caress, repeated so many times During the years hones the slivers of awareness That no feat of engineering Can bridge the chasm That soon is to separate us. It is time. One by one the clicks, whirrs, and sighs descend into solemn silence And the minutes pass into a lifetime without you. |