Black Water

August 2, 2011
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As I sharpen my pencil
with this knife
I sense the foreboding
of this water
which is blacker than
death itself
And as my blood,
the colr red,
mixes with this
black water
My conciousness
berates me
And the world
and falls short
of his glory
And this knife
covers me with pain
And the water laps
at my wound
to seal away
my blood

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