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salty music lights the dark void
yet death is crushing down
a secret avenue, slender, warm, shadowy
eternity, almost translucent, laughs through the liquid sky
color blossoms into a glass bouquet from the wild steam of summer
a gorgeous picture is burned like a dream
this sad blue cake smells of loveless evenings
and you build these cracking concrete visions
when water steals time away and you are over
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes