April 15, 2012
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Stark lights flash on flesh
that bleeds out under the glare.
Is it just me out here?
I think I hear laughter but maybe,
it is just my echo bouncing
off the noiseless gloom,
causing my stumble out of the light.
Knees planted firmly on heartwood,
I look down into the hollow.
True self, solid form,
taunting me – its pallid echo.
April 2, 2012
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