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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

August dribbles - 2


From high in the sky  
The world’s smaller and whiter
While cloud-shine and oceans 
Look on.
                                             
That chaos of waters
Was cruellest slaughterer           
Of deams. Who will notice
We’re gone?                           

The plane comes to land                      
Of our futures. Now hope       
Is undone.
                                             
Listen.
Someone’s crying.

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