Thursday, February 9, 2012

The Blue Light

Every moment dug a well
By the shore of the white lake.
The man who noticed this fell
Through his own dream by mistake.

"It's hard to predict what's passed,"
He thought, as he caught the light
From yesterday, falling fast,
Outlining permanent night.

"Never more is, only was,
Always was, as this blue spark,
This well, this memory does
Itself done down in the dark."

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