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Find me in the white sky and chain me to gray clouds.
I will hang loosely about a winter day.
The sun in December does not warm as much as
warn us about time... how much is left... how much has left.
Bind me in the night when I am blind.
Tie me tight, both ankles and wrists
(i might be peaceful or i might wage war-- do not take the risk).
Tie me when moonshine is slight.
Hang me in the dark heaven with slow spinning stars,
the orbs are eyes hot with violence, heavy with silence.
Do not think of the pain when winter wind catches you coatless.
Then wind rushes at my face as clouds explode in a fierce flood
and my chains fall around me. I fall downward,
a sore and solitary soldier in a sudden sea with skin
covered by blue as I blink back rain and black tears.
Salvation is as easy as seeing, as believing...then I am
become just another link in a chain of yours, a chain of years.

1.13.2009