Poem -
NIGHT IN ANOTHER DAY
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MY SHADOW IN THE NIGHT-
Β telling stories to the trees - bent over to listenΒ closer
Β in the blood each letter stroked
every word falling -every leaf adoring
another pill - it's easy
then the stories can become a purple sky
cut from the crystal dreaming day-
darkness in its echo bed
repeating the leaning truth-
self-portraits gather amongst broken glass
another pill another drip of life -
the shadow carries the wooden cross -lost and found
the hand falls limp-cold as deep water fish -fingers uncurlΒ
drop to the ground the pill rolls -
stops
lost and found.
A stark wine washed sky
drifts over the stillness
pale ground
holy ground
forgotten in the ground
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