Light. Something has driven it away.
Incandescence in its place.
Its not the same, believe me.
Its like a memory without eyes.
An empty space through which you fall,
Cursed by what the sane pretend.
What happens when you land?
The buzz of a million useless questions.
And youve heard them all.
November 16, 2007
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Winter Poems
ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4
52 pages. Paper.
Another Song I Know
ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1
80 pages. Paper.
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