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May 2013
with fangs prepared
we wait
by stepping out cavern of blue thoughts
and into

night sky
lit by glow of stick-end
night sky
carried on the back of an ant
night sky
begs remorse's end

night sky
brings out unsuspecting fools
to dither aimless
to seek nocturnal sweets
yet hunger dangles in ropy clots
only to find acrid wind.
Ever heard that 'joke' about the guy who.....

lying down, peaceful
relaxing in curls of smoke
looking up at the brilliant night sky
seeing flying stars over dipping moon
pondering the meaning of life and its beauty

and then, suddenly wondered:
well, just where in the the hell is my roof ???
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