The Sun is setting.
A distant hill.
Hurl bottles at the horizon.
A water tower bleeds from the heat.
Can the sun guess my reaction?
No retreat!
Not even in sleep!
Faced with a new direction.
Take that step.
To the night
Beyond all that has created you.
Debt.
Empty stares.
Strike back with the hate of a young man's heart.
Sing what you don't dare.
I'll meet you there.
Wear the sunset in the end.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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