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Circles Of Black
Which shall this lady fight against
Tonight wiley apologist or the rage itself
Which cries neglect and fear between crippling blows
Drunker or saner the terror within or horror
Coming in the window teeth of knives
Which shall this lady betray
With puffy eyes sunglassed and short of breath
On bend knees and with mind's teeth clenched
And with soft promises a control for the moment
Sacrificed overwelmed with the fear of morning
Naked and defenseless from light
Which tenderest promises shall this lady compromise
Herself with vision or retribution of final vindication
A trust of her own nurturing arms accomodating
Bruised legs to temper and transform
The fear of lonelyness alternative to conflict
That seperation could surround this lady with moons
Of silence a clutching of the softer moments in the void
In night's fear
Strangers are this lady's friends as her heart's home
Is battered in storms and as her feet move her in circles
Of black shoeless and happy in this soft morning's naked grass
