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Posted Sat Sep 19th, 2009 10:01pm Post subject: Dust

On the coastline, with wind graining my face
Wrapped up in remembrance, I hear your voice
'Just wait till midnight
The clear autumn sky
Follow the plough's tail
To the Perseid shower.'
And I cry, 'look,
Grains of dust
Burning high above us
Our moment's life
In brilliant lights
Timed to thrill.'
Watch them go.
Watch you go.

Breaking contradictions in his mind was, to him, like walking through a winter forest snapping twigs underfoot.

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