February 23, 2006

After dark

After the sun sets
I am reborn
Cleansed by darkness

Comfort resides in the silence
Of a sleeping world
Inhabited by stars and moths

The fridge hums a calming soundtrack
To the rattling of thoughts
Ideas are born
And die instantly
Swirling down the funnel
Of impossibility

'I can' is a mantra
I recycle endlessly
Because it sounds nice
Rhythmic manifestation of my thinking

Sip from the fountain
Drink from the lake
Submerge yourself
In the darkness

After dark
Anything is possible

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