The halflight

The dimness, the greyness.
The bleak blanket eiderdown clouds
provide all but no warmth
Monotony of day
Monotony of moving
forwards, backwards, sideways and upside down
forever tied to fate's wrath.

The lucidity, the clarity.
The sharp shyness sunlight leaks
provides all but no warmth
Clockwork motion of day
Clockwork motion of time
passing forwards, forwards, forwards and upside down
forever bound to fate's lure.

The brightness, the obscurity.
The deep darkness one's heart seeks
provides all but no warmth
I want to remain
in one place
some place
every place with colour
every face with smiles
and miles of tears impure.

[Corresponding dandruff flake][Comment?]

13 November 2001, Tuesday, 10:50 PM

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