a small flash of light
bloomed in the brick wall
of my room, it pulsed
in a sickly swirl
my fascinated stare
harboring a blatant
uneasyness

the glamour
of fresh beams and rays
a seeming endless
radiation
i felt them pause
i could see photons
and they were screaming
a small song

i think i will die
i think i will die

01/24/2002

Posted on 01/24/2002
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