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Mike Finney Dec 2011
A drill to the brain sha’nt cure the cancer of my heart,
A song so sweet can’t thin my blood of the past,
Flattering tongues run rant will play their course,
But I fear, oh I fear

There is light
Perhaps
Amidst the night

I felt his hands smooth the pieces,
With such love, oh such love
Spin the wheel and mold my clay
Thawed by his warmth.

There is light
Yes.
There is light.

Alas, the glue will not hold,
And my pieces fall away
I turn for them
For I fear, oh I fear.


There is light
Yes
But it burns too bright

A doe following intermittent lines
I’m blinded by the glare
And dash for my life
Leaving him

There is light
Yes.
and it blinds me

— The End —