Monday, 17 March 2008

Dark Days

The night, taking sky.
Take me and urgency,
escapes the trees.
This is no thousand
flickering lights cave in ink across the signal
and flip their way out into take me again.
I'll wait for time, for heroics.
Dark days. An age to spread
like black the cry. A howl growing.

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