Untitled XIV

Untitled XIV

A Poem by Subliminal Silence

if the past is dead,
then what is this moment,
that in a blink is the past?
and then; what are we,
but walking corpses.

© 2008 Subliminal Silence


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Added on May 17, 2008

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Subliminal Silence
Subliminal Silence

Indianapolis, IN



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Photographer by nature, writer by design. Not much to know about I, I've been writing for as long as I can remember, since I was a wee little child, first thing I started was with my father, actuall.. more..