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Roslyn's Stone

There's a flash, a summer lightning crack, a balloon gone slack

It went down hardly making a sound, and several never came back

I can't describe the ride, just the waiting.

Then we were there, crumpled inside, with just the hating.

Mac says you can go on, but you aren't really alive,

Living on the outside and being hollowed-out dead inside

Roslyn's mad dancing spirit might disagree

Had she felt the pain of her own loss, a mind-consuming misery.

Roslyn would tell me that it's just a curtain

On a show that will re-open, uncovering a certain

Truth so fluttery, gossamer and spun fine as filigree gold:

Lightning strikes more ways than one is ever, ever told.

So Roslyn's stone is telling me daily

Messages about hope and love and human frailty.

I've never heard the reality-echo sound

But then, reality is the other way from where I'm bound.

Roslyn, right now I admit to swimming in sadness

With a life-sucking fear tilted over a ledge of madness.

Help me fly this air afield and find your love to land on,

I've got unscaled love for you, a love too deep to abandon.

So I'm on a marathon of murderous denial escaping our dreams.

You can read about me in the papers, I'm filling reams.

Inch and a half headlines I treasured.

Damning my soul to hell in ways unmeasured.

We've all got curtains to open and close

And mine is sweeping, flying, soaring, Jesus knows.

The killing must stop, but I know I won't do it alone,

With so much nothing...left...to stop the screaming from Roslyn's stone.

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