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how now the night

October 27, 2011

tempered with flight, with hindsight of a day too painful to speak of.
now fair night, no illusion so bright, as the bleakest
contrite, mediocre visionary flight. now
gone and done, the food for thought ventured, not gained, yet
possibly right to do so, for right is the subject of
discourse, the finality of who spaketh the last word.
there is no light to guide me, no temper flared, no secret undone, no
disabled thought. only see through the dark…see in your reflection
thine own destiny…

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