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Higher Archetype

Kristine Ong Muslim

Subtly seductive

Tints of gray and star-

Shines mar your passing

So that you become a mere blur

Under the spotlight.


You weave a world to behold

Whenever you sleep

And nothing is left of it

But the rubble of haunted cities

And cold husks of deserted homes.


There is nothing to recover from,

No hope of building and rebuilding

Your fallen race,

No memory of what they have done

To the stars

That seek out your birth.


From The Journal no. 13 (Spring 2005)