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7d
I sat there
in the dark
staring at emptiness
the room grey with dust
my mind as empty as the bottle
I noticed three small black dots
lying in the corner
as dead as me

Then, a spirit stirred
Invisible to a teary eye
the black dots moved
and grew
      and grew

Now they are up in the sky
out of reach
from human touch

One is the Sun
the other the Moon
the third my heart
Arthur Vaso
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Arthur Vaso  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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