Frozen in time, alive inside.
Freeze frames of the drama called Life.
Captured, imprisoned, begging for release.
Search for the mythical keys.
She'll be lost in the hive.
Burn it all, the frames remain still.
Up on a hill, they flit and float
Like deaden fireflies hunting for hope.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
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