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Suki: Well Said. (3/29/05)
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LAST NIGHT
I could not sleep
Staring blind at the dull ceiling
My mind
Turns a corner into darkness
Death walks the stage
Again and again
Dripping sword in hand
I watch from the moon
As Gravity
Pulls down my dreams
Crystal shards of satellite
Scattered like sun-filled pools
Across the landscape
I bend to touch one
Blood from my pricked finger
Tasting like iron
And tears
The night has its own drama
Melancholy tragedy
Made tragic comedy
By dawn
- Susan Park |