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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

bereft

it will get very dark
and it will happen
faster than either of your eyes
can adjust

and the barbed wire of late,
and foriegn, penniless nights
spent in blank stares
and bleek weather

will creep up and around
and around... and around
and around each breath
like the long shadow of a ghost.

eventually, your eyes will adjust
and the clarity of these
circumstances
will strike you

from the tips of your fingers
to the depths of your heart
with the ice cold interruption
-and accompanied isolation-
of a suddenly empty room.

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