Monday, April 4, 2011


Sirens screech toward
midnight. We sleep
deeper down, where
every evil's scrubbed

until it gleams.
Diving up past dawn's
watery border, we
drag a dream behind

us into daylight. It
blinks and disappears.
The world we return
to's the world we

leave to return
to the world we left.

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