| | Turn off that floor lamp, please
Too bright for now
With solemnity like a thin blanket
Surrounding, not warm
Almost intensifying the cold
Come, blind angels, to this place
In the shivering calm comes
Clarity
And the way icicles sound
Like chattering teeth sunk into water
Then, broken crystal stemware
Which will be replaced before next year
There's no hurry
The radio says
"'Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la
la la la
la"
Come, come contradictions, come
Start out just trying on, trying out ways
To bring about flame
Because the floor lamp is out
And the sun is melting on the horizon
Night is a dark, frightening thing
Wake in it and see
If possible, anyway
Narcolepsomnia
Call it that
And the sound is as cold as icicles
As cold as a thin blanket
Colder than contradictions
When sleep is inevitable
But completely unreachable
Distressed, yes
Restless at best
How unbecoming
How irresistable
Come contradictions
Come and turn out the light
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| | Posted 12/24/2007 3:08 PM - 55 Views - 14 eProps - 7 comments
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