January 13, 2009
See the light,
light of the day,
dancing in the sky.

Colors, colors,
all abound,
shaping whispers
in the wind.

See the tree,
the hole,
the well,
dark in its entirety.

And there I wait,
in the abyss,
for time to come
and swallow up the gray.

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