MARK CHAITIN



                                               A——
          
                                        As I walk through
                                        The valley of 
                                        Death

                                        The mountains of woe to my right,
                                        The sea of despair to my left,

                                        I look left and see
                                        Blackness
                                        I look right and see
                                        Blackness
                                        I look down and see
                                        Blackness
                                        I look up and see
                                        Blackness
                                        I look behind and see
                                        Blackness
                                        I look forward and see,
                                        Far off in the distance

                                        A light, neither bright nor dim,
                                        suppressed.
                                        I walk toward this light.
                                        I see
                                        An angel.

                                        But not an angel! Her halo is broken,
                                        She has but one wing.

                                        And she is hurt.




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