Saturday, January 28, 2012

Heliacal rising

Sometimes it’s just a small
Light that finds your way a
Struck match in a crowded
Room a street lamp hovering
In the fog of fear or a bright
Smile in a dark alley grinning
Predatory to eat your worry
To swallow your fright all the
Missed conceptions all the
Wronged perceptions that
Disturb you that glint in the
Eye of some stranger that
Unnerves you doesn’t mean
He’s misleading you maybe
He’s only pleading you to
Understand he needs some
Light shed for him too


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