Dark slick slabs echo
Lonely laughter of light poles
Buried passions let go
Fall into canvassed souls
Patterned painted lines
Force forte ed thought
Cold cinderblock resigns
Into star-reflected clocks
Breath hurricanes into being
Clouding calculated silence
Twilight’s fingers allow seeing
Coupled with soothing fragrance
~DaLe 11/09/08
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