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I like it centered, maybe you just need a "pause" between stanzas?
This pause
in memory
of times long forgotten,
a skeleton dressed for the kill.
Heaven confessed although not laid to rest.
The naked stalk of childhood haunts
locking doors, picking bones.
Unforgiving,
this pause.
by Jen on Mar. 3 2008