image by Jason Paul Fox If it doesn't sink,
sunrise is sunset.
The moon is over
something that doesn't
move, but melts
in the new year.
I can't hear you.
Don't be afraid
when night falls;
it will miss you.
I pray it sinks.
Then you move,
then you melt-
and we sleep
By Jason Paul Fox
poem,
illusration and web page by JASON PAUL FOX
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2007 Jason Paul Fox