Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Chlorine Days, Lysol Nights

Furrowed brows over cloudy eyes:
Why are you so troubled?
Why are you amazed?

Do not be afraid.
Fear is a poor pet.

Release it to the wild, and
let it return to its dark home.

Grey thoughts, and silver heartbeat.
Cool air drifting through your daydreams.

Are you troubled?
Have we lost the gift,
the gift of amazement?

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