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Poem: Shack
And so tonight I leave the street-lights
 'Till now they've been my guides
 The whirling breeze of twilight bites
 Where my the soul of warmth resides
 No words can break the spell
 (I thought that you alone could...)
 Nothing left can save me now
 (I thought that you alone could...)
 
 I drive past the buildings, the streets
 The people living in between
 I leave the nightfall as it meets
 The burning sunset and the green
 
 I rumble slowly down the track
 Below a boiling, flashing sky 
 I keep my eyes from looking back
 It is hard, but I must try
 
 Even further now from home
 Clouds above continue to simmer
 Emptiness in a sky of chrome
 Above city lights growing dimmer
 
 On my left a line of rubies-red
 And a line of the diamonds on my right
 High-beam blades, a shining spread 
 Are cutting deep into the night
 
 One more bend until the shack
 Below a shining light; the moon
 Beneath the clouds the ground is black
 With light returning to it soon
 
 I stop the car and leave the keys,
 Unlock the door and cut the lights
 I step outside into the breeze
 With the shack held squarely in my sights 
 
 The path is thin, barely worn,
 An overgrown sea of thistles.
 Through wind the twigs and branches torn
 Fill the night with twisting missiles.
 
 I find the shack inside is speaking
 In some new language at a whisper
 Answering the wind with gentle creaking
 To the night growing colder, ever crisper
 
 
 I fall into a kind of dose
 Though my mind is wide awake
 My thoughts collecting where they froze
 And my heart flatter than a frozen lake
 
 In the morning, there is silence
 I see my breath, but cannot hear it
 It is deceiving, what I see
 If it be death, I will not fear it
 No life can break the nothing
 (Maybe you alone could...)
 Nothing left can harm me now
 (Maybe you alone could...)

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