Feb 13, 2007

Illusion

I

In a world
about to end,

we gather in
the light of
streetlamps,

(how their light falls
like only itself does
through the dark, in time tethered.)


II

I remember
we clenched hands

(for a fleeting,
brilliant moment).


I remember we waited
for the end,

waited
for an end
that never came.

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