I saw him standing there
are lines of longtiude, merest
distance apart at eyes of glass,
cracking, thus mellowed to that tender light

The secret to him
walks in beauty, like the night.
One shade the more and starry skies
still, I lost in days of goodness spent
prediction whose truth no one else can explain...




*12.03am, Sept 17 '08

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