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night fades David Mclean Sweden |
night fades to pale daylight again and strips the trees from the darkness. memories assemble then like leaves pooled under the trees. they live in us a minute, gray as motionless ghosts, our fingers live too much and may not touch them, though ghosts come mostly as friends to me. i feed my greedy me on the dreams that they have forgotten as we harvest their lives and nightmares. ghosts are lonely and listen eagerly to the blood as it sleeps in me and just ask us to believe a minute so they can sleep their death's days away with us. as we curl in our beds they curl with us in their loveless dust memory enough David Mclean [Return to Psychopoetica home page] ©The contents of this page are copyright protected.
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