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Saturday, September 13, 2008


This yellow line, marking the left from the right,
is blurred by the speed of time through the refraction of light,
bloodshot eyes stayed upon the hope of a horizon
slowly lose the ability to see the sun.

Children on fences quietly curse your journey
as they scramble to hide your soul's key.
Stray dogs chasing stray tires on abandoned highways
gather like wolves to howl at a full moon in may.

Spinning 'round at a crossroad you prepare to depart,
reaching out to grab your weary heart
as it floats away like a red balloon
towards the northern midnight noon.

Its beat pulses through the empty sky;
a final farewell to this world's eternal sigh.

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