Dark-Adapted Eyes

Thought and Memory, we are both one and two.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Ravens 004

heavy is dusk
my lonely crown
the stars stand forth
as i sit down

the tower falls
our tongues disperse
all strangers now
for good or worse
the echoes fail
and in converse
they speak more sooth
than prose or verse

and all our days
and all our days
and all our days
are
dusk


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