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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 1:28 pm
by Don Schaeffer

It's a strange twilight,
hanging over the middle of the day,
stealing the power of my eyes
to make things real.
The inverted shadows
hollow what is solid.
The skeletons of things
break at the spine.
You are gone.
You took yourself
away. If you return
it will be with thorns.