Monday, April 19, 2010

One Way

six o'clock in the morning
up from a frightening dream
vicious thugs took over the house
this house is warm the light crepuscular

nothing changes but time
goes one way cycles repeating
as each life rises and slowly falls
I savor the rhythm even uncomfortable

silence as planets revolve
dichroic colors unpredictably
brighten in the morning dimness
anticipate possibilities of a promising day

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