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The darkness
breathes me in
the sheer finality of it all
is only just dawning
a time for mourning
Where is the morning?
where is the light?
I am surrounded
by an endless night
Please hurry
pick me up
and cradle me in your arms
ease all this hurt
clean up this dirt
where is the morning?
where is the light?
I am surrounded
by an endless night
when at last
a movement
the earth opens its mighty jaws
and swallows me whole
and releases my soul
ae Jul 2003
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