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Saturday, February 26, 2005

untitled poem IV

within me
where there still had left, some feeling
laid a seed of uncertainty
that threatens to grow, to leave me reeling
and the clock ticks by
and to pretend, to look unfeeling
dark light of day breaks
for nightfall, i begin steeling
rather like an orange
my heart, in layers peeling
yet i still dream of the sun
where away in joy, i'd be wheeling

and you'd know there'd be more than it seems
for you it is, lay me down here kneeling