Glass Discontinued

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fallen from a vacation,
        one Christmas, one New Year's Eve
        of 1970.

A night of sport
        of nervous smiles, hidden clammy hands, quick movements
        and wondering eyes.
        is this the end?                all these are one end disjointed.
a moment
        of perhaps              and then no
                the book is closed
        like the door   with no entry
        no future promises
        just thank you  for a moment of perhaps.
but tomorrow
        music played in the air three times
        with a glistening hope
                uncalled for
                but springing from unwanted desires
                whose homes know no rest.

Days go by
        nights too
                and miles of thoughts unsuppressable.

and then a movement of mine
        alone, lonely.
        a response loved which fogged
        the situation for 7 nights sprinkled throughout three years.
        now i see.
        but tomorrow?   perhaps.
one lone beat of the drum
        and old hopes once again smile at the surface
        confronting no with perhaps.
        but this perhaps
        has to yield to truth.

since then no.
from now no.



                the soul is bleeding
           ripped apart by discontinued glass