October 3, 2008

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    oh, despair.
    we are friends.
    how bright and lovely
    you are to me.
    a brilliance
    ripples on your surface
    and resonates deep
    into that dark, liquid belly.

    i eat my food
    like
    a hungry animal.
    what else is there,
    but that which 
    lies before me now :

    cooling breakfast,
    gnawing river,
    the promise
    of day and night.

    the warm
    shawl of forlorn
    becomes an embrace.
    the bete noire,
    in the mirror,
    is the movement,
    the eternal, infernal equations,  
    behind this face.

    unsunk, just
    the return
    of my black crow friend, 
    dismay.

     

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