We, Us, you and me

The black embers of light, shone from the bright point in the lightless night

A flatness to the soundless in the hissing breath of a fireless dragon

Turning around us as the careless mom looking at her son.

Staring back at us in a glass with nothing at the bottom

So all shall pass so fast, the question will stay unmasked.

For the children of the sun are turning their backs to run.

10/09/2003

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