IT'S NOT THE DARKNESS 
YOU MUST FEAR 
Draw the earth up over my head,
draw the curtains tight,
dream beneath your shroud of dread,
let's float toward a golden light.

It's not the darkness you must fear,
nor the dread that glows blue black,
it's the music that you fail to hear,
life viewed through a narrow crack.

I'll lay quietly here an eon or so,
time to rest, to decompose.
The great loss is what we never know,
truths beyond poetry or prose.


December 13, 2004







    

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