Posted by Wesley Mazurek on January 11, 2004 at 00:15:30:
To Gretchen and her deep loss...
To those who knew him,
Ever dream of that which goes unseen, lucidity of time, the dance of romance with the invisible mind, holding more substance than any container of matter confined. I went to look one day but did not find. To call on him who treated other so vary kind. I was naked to the barren news, a simple look his fateful way; I had just come to say, “Hello Bob how was your day?” To my tearful haunt, a strike, knocked me down, then ripped apart and eaten by the hounds of time, I would lose this bout… So, with tears in my eyes, unable to see again my friend who gave to save the septic tank, cleaning those lost, reviled ones sure to die stained; now my friend said good-bye without a jot or title, no word, of “How are you, this day? He just left me here to die another day. So I am sad, you say I should be glad, I cannot where your mask of glee, I lost my friend, you see…!
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