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Monday, January 2, 2012

A Foolish Lark

A foolish lark
the house appears before me

A surreal house in the gloom
filled with souls left out

of  heaven and hell
Once called mother, daughter, son or father

The curtains drawn
The stair turns

as I climb
unable to look down

Here it is always night
and always time to play

In the bedroom
sleep will never come

This is a lesson learned
the fool’s doubts revealed

by the sounds I hear
pouring from restless hearts

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