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Friday, September 21, 2012


Dearest Flashlight –

You illuminate the places
I don’t want to see--
The fearful corridors,  
your lucid spot light,
the gray cobwebs,
a buckling corroded tomb.

And you revel with your light—
our truth.
Five years it took to believe
in the meaning of a dash--
the time where endings begin
with each new brick of light.


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