Changeling Rejected but not forgotten No one exists in patterns of blackness Poison in the grey cracks Cuts through the center So hard, so dry flat and wasted Say no more Clinging tenaciously to the droplets of life leaked from this pen loaded with invisible ink Begotten among the selected We alone contained in blankness Balm on the membranes Pushes into hope too much, too late easy and low Hear this now One more changeling of the face of desire Tell me something worth living for. Christa Midcap 1-24-03 |
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