It is constant, the spiraling glare
In peripheral vision that
Sends me flying thirty feet in the air

I relax when my eyes peer up
Into empty incandescent lights
I am calm and smooth as a cup of cold water
For years I've feared your silhouette,
Malicious and gorgeously ravenous, quite perilous.
I am copying sentences from nightmares

One vicious rune falls from your lips, coral-pure
and I am struck.
I will rest easier when I know you are dead

01/10/2006

Posted on 01/10/2006
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