December 29, 2011

Fear of Night

waiting for the music the music the pretty-boy promised
across town
i sit by the snow-melt stream
and watch the little children
through my hair
as they play on the rocks

and slowly cosmic vertigo fools us into believing
that night has fallen
instead of us being slowly dipped into
the pitcher full of fluid dark
slick and starless
the stars are made by the individual
each lantern a memory candle
for something loved
here is the reason
for fear of the dark

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