Connection
Connection
look at these empty streets.
Illumination
poetics to a dark night sky.
I'm here
and I've been here before.
She's crazy
and so is that other lady.
She must slow down
be savy, do it right.
Sky poets survive
they have a joy to be alive.
Where is Paige?
she seems likely never to return.
Reflection
on into itself a million times over.
Ressurection
when the spring returns.
No more dogmatic superstittion.
Your stones are so beautiful
and the colors, unwritable.
Is the Knight able
to drink the kegs dry?
-Will Dockery (1997)
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