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my thoughts prowl somewhere

in the bleak of the night

ice-covered trepidations varnish

the atmosphere with monochromatic iota



inertly, I sit to rummage

the secreted point of life

looking out the window

I see only a gray lacquer

tagging hints of what

would become on the horizon



dark and gloomy out there

but with just a stretch

of stare on the other end

stars would come shining again





Written 7/27/03