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Comes the Sun

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2006/12/01
Comes the Sun

There's nothing that I mean, just fire on wind, 
A numbskull's way to spin a bit of thread 
To wrap around the places where I've sinned 
And cover up the dead spots in my head. 

There's nothing that I have, nothing to give, 
A worry here, a brief diversion there, 
A ghost who can't remember how to live. 
So turn the light switch off. I wouldn't care. 

Tomorrow I might swing around again 
With something just as trivial to write 
And grin at how it felt purged from my pen. 

Tomorrow my love's death might leave me cold, 
My enemies assembled for the fight, 
The last word I've imagined finally told.

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