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Bluelighter
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- Jan 16, 2007
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It has grown
to its full length, this show
of tender strength, below
bursting from the unknown.
Frightened
are the tired crackerjacks
who have forsaken history
and magic, bored and lax.
Legs wide open
like the mind of the first prophet,
Nature waits for the first sunset
so the oldest story can begin
again. I write
of this
and that, waiting in every cold room
where ghosts scrape out whitened gloom
from blood sprinkled under snow,
marking ways that life can go.
to its full length, this show
of tender strength, below
bursting from the unknown.
Frightened
are the tired crackerjacks
who have forsaken history
and magic, bored and lax.
Legs wide open
like the mind of the first prophet,
Nature waits for the first sunset
so the oldest story can begin
again. I write
of this
and that, waiting in every cold room
where ghosts scrape out whitened gloom
from blood sprinkled under snow,
marking ways that life can go.
