Unsound contemplations of historic
Living regress climatic pondered fare,
Too much of nothing equals histrionics,
So is thought when a body is laid bare…

Confounded configurations breathe dust,
Without true lust, just another sorry
Night of trying to matter. Scarred, with rust,
Naked. Vivid memories become freed,

Sad old equations, old resolutions
Of naïve trust, and vibrant thrust into
The tunnel of love, only, positions
Change, minds seek others stimulations, to

Show they are alive. History repeats,
Humans weep – as they feel another beat…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 2/10/05