works by william pham, 2005-present

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Did you cast your eyes out into the sky when I buried my gold inside of you.
Did you see the flaring tendrils of dying stars
In a space where few stars were thought to exist.
When I clasped your hand inside of mine
I felt the vague sensation of drying sweat
And it was then that I knew you would keep it safe
Even as you shed your outer layers in regular intervals,
In seconds to keep a rhythm in minutiae against
The towering dwarves upon their thrones so very far away.

copyright (c) 2007 by william pham