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Oranged skied - forward eye

Orange bulb lit firefly,
Silhouetted scaffolds delude my reticent pace
Speckling lights flutter to my grazing eye,
Across a barren waste.
Lonesome night breeze crispends forward gaze,
Tomorrow’s evening builds on and on to a swell.
Hopeless hope listens less to reason, but only mad lovers craze.
Only by tomorrow’s touch will such emotions be quelled.
Longing day falls onward, draining every ounce energy welled
‘til yet once more my sight does jump
to dim lit sky, lined by five lights, gas filled.
And cackling crow stands perched on former electrified stump.
What sorrow song do you sing?
Such sorrow to tomorrow, keep beneath your wing.

Posted 12/01/09
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