| Slivers of light Rare, they flicker in and out Piercing the night, Shocking sweet consciousness. A love that could be A light that could be me. Curtains of darkness abound, And swallow each sliver Nearly as soon as it's born. Reach out but it's gone Oh to grasp tight one chard And ride it on to clarity. |
| Slivers of Light |
| 2004 night.owl |
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| epithany |