cold
biting nipping stinging me
as i wait in the dark time
the before time
when only the hopeless
or the predators of night move
and i am standing in their midst
something different
decidedly so
for though i was once a member
i have moved on
left the night to those that will
and move more amongst
those who dark time
is spent in communion
removed from the bitter reality
of what i see now
it assails my senses
and yet there are parts of me
things that i know i have to do
to make it out here until it's time
the sun will warm me soon
and i will walk amongst the living
for the night is a dead zone
in the context of common comprehension
i feel no special safety in numbers
i feel in no way superior
for i am as they are
i walk with them for now
and join their sordid ranks
mixed in with the bad there is the good
they will always be there
all one needs to do is look
	Spirits 021751 01/1999

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