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08/10/10
Pompeii Under Our Soles
So new to each other are we, Yet so old in the depth and breadth of our affection, That this exploration of Pompeii's whisperous ruins Evokes intimations of a perpetual presence Uniting us with time's most quintessential echoes.
That we hear voices emanating from these bricks and stones Exposed, to the elements, for two thousand years Only reminds us, all the more immediately, viscerally, That our time, too, is but a matter of breaths, Merely a whiff of sulfur dioxide's kiss of death, in the wind,
Or perhaps just so much ashen dust under our soles, A few precious inhalations, out of all living history. But regardless of the best guess as to our quest's destiny, We must trust that our love will outlast us, Bring others to hallow our resting place, respectfully.
08/10/10
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