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©2007 by Paul Zografi
Temptation

A hand knocks at the door
We listen
A voice cries through the glass
We turn
An old friend has a request
We decline

What once thought good
Dissolves to true form
What once held true
Darkly reveals

The bright images slowly fade
Then bleed and distort
They become less than they were
And then something else again

From chaos comes form
From despair, truth