Although a fragment, life embraces
Eternity – body dies as swiftly
As trees that shed their bark, as
Fast as catacombs clothed in darkness -
They emerge from their temporary graves:
Bodies of memory and stone, from crypts
And all the unknown markings that return
To reclaim their souls from the shores of dreams;
They come to assume the garments,
The profiles, and all identifiable wears.
History becomes the profile of man -
Inseparable from his name and humanity;
It cradles the essence of the corporal,
The pond that nurtures his only spirit.
from NONE - Hours of the Cross
(c) 2006 Simon Tang