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the dark

20 May 2010

one shot, a shot in the dark,
like a bullet-wounded bride
the heart collapses,
fears abide in dark places
and these dark nights of the soul
spill over and over
into endless days
of forced banana-boat marches
in sunburned splendor;
what shall i render to the Lord
for all His benefit toward me?–
o joy of laughter insubstantial
followed by insincere penitence,
pitiable and perplexed
where all is vexed
and the forlorn blow the conch-shell horn
announcing for all that the long winter
has come.

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