Lonely dark nights

Lonely dark nights;

the sky is full of

dark birds who

circle the dead.

Calm water by day, the

black ink of the

ocean bubbles – my

fingers burn.

If the day is too cold

and the night too hot,

then how can I stand

against these seasons?

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195 11/12/02; 11/14/02

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