Wednesday, December 2, 2009


In Dark,
Till Dawn wraps her
Slender arms around the
Bright lines and clots
Of shadow that
Blocks the moon that
We seek and hold
On starry nights,
When we fall down.
All fall down .
And round and round
And up and down…
Rename ourselves
After all those words.
This dizzying dance of arms
And legs and parts
With the mourning,
Comes the sun.
In Dark,
Rely on Dawn.

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