fragments of lovers
burned fast
fall to ash
in this charcoaled heap
that lay afoot
this exterior
excoriated
by the nails
of their failings
but none can impale
for I only have lived
in the aftermath
of a restless memory
forged in a dream
i hazard to ponder
if love had ever surpassed
the scorching
of this insolent soul.
but all I have
beheld
is mounds of
rubble
pounding
plotting
persisting.
the sea now beckons
the sanctity of sleep
on her floor
of forgiving
through this channel of tears
from sorrows impounded
Max, or Not 
Another beautifully haunting and chilling piece.
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Thank you Christine. Your support means the world to me. As do you.-Max
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Of course sweet Max!
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Your dream-like words weave tales that take one on a journey…
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I feel like I’m on those mounds of rubble lately. Beautiful. How tragic and forlorn are the last 6 lines… so haunting and peaceful, so inviting.
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Well crafted
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Thank you for being so kind. I appreciate your consideration. -Max
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My pleasure
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