Sunday, October 5, 2008

Audacity must have compelled me to think
that the blue white shine of newness would last
that the days of talking til dawn would prevail
when time and logic dictated otherwise
but when have I had time for logic
I wrote you letters that I never sent
thoughts trapped in amber by fear
destroyed in the stasis of notebooks left behind
aborted attempts at ambitious adulation
how could I have thought that we were anything
other than two people
circling the heavens like constellations
Orion and Cassiopeia trapped forever
in twilight dances and midnight remonstrations

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