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Midnight Poems

Swallow rare wine, light the corridor (opened to sky at the end) or long labyrinth-the game, slowly, evenly playing odds with time; and Inside breaking the surface of some smaller ocean, miniature suns, or minaret halogen white crucifixions becoming super novas, trinities of chaos congeal the ancient but secret covenant like this beautiful flash of light, evolving itself, where eternity plagues those midnight Angels. The Poetry of hope wears the face of real sorrow. Tomorrow and tomorrow we must begin a Again. fearful of simplicity to know this rare truth. Autumn 1995 Photo of Poem w/digital effect 2009

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Emily Reed 08 Mar 2009

LOVELY WORK!

Artist Reply: My thanks Emily!