Tuesday, February 27, 2007

All of a sudden, she turns off the light
The room sinks then all into the night
The book turns over another page
The writing hand goes out of the cage

Through first lines it finds its way
To write down in darkness of decay
The silence talks and the dimness records
The mirror echoes some flat minor chords

All of a sudden, she walks out-of-doors
You cannot believe that the void’s all yours
This is night of risk, says the tongue of the eye
For I want to see you in bareness, May I?

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