Monday, June 9, 2008

A Memory File

Twenty thousand nights ago Do you remember One morning? Silence pressing upon my ears Heavy corrosive Grey air like smoke smoke without smell Obscenely bright Beacons Whose house was it? My grandmother's or yours? When we stood at the window Black granite so cold And looked...
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