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the glitter of chaos

traffic down
a manhattan
nighttime street

the skyline
the tunnel
allows us
to meet:

rise out
of construction
and see

the stuff of faith
and the matter
of fiction.

keep your gaze
straight ahead
and you’re probably
better off—

you can’t forever mourn
your horizons lost.

what lingers and tempts
in corners of eyes
is better left alone
—might cause your demise.

Posted 07/17/10
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