Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Empty Vessels

Empty Vessels

Empty vessels fill the rooms of my life;
blurred images printed from imperfect negatives.
And on you I pinned so many hopes;
you carried so much space
with which to fill empty vessels.

Empty vessels keep me company at night;
surrealist prints framed behind cracked, dusty glass.
And on me you pinned so many images;
seeing so much that was illusory.
Don't you know I'm just another empty vessel?

Empty vessels clutter my stairs and hall;
one way alleys never lead anywhere.
And on us they pinned so many dreams,
demanding that we fit their scheme,
and remain forever empty vessels.

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