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Window at Night 2004-06-22 // 11:54 p.m. A poem I wrote recently. - Window at Night - The bullet is lodged within me, sacredly stuck, A little mole that festers, like the drip drip drip Of gutter rain, relentless, and offering no sleep. In truth, I almost welcome the tangled arrival of Insomnia: the only friend who won�t betray. Alone in the dark, it�s okay to let myself think, To uncurl the fetus of my sins and stand naked, To unearth a promise to let myself breathe again, Take it out, hold it tenderly, pray for distant expiration. It�s chilly tonight. The curtains rise and fall, Ghost-like and sublime in their nonattachment. I ask the wind to carry this burden, to acquiesce Just long enough for homeostasis to settle in. In this moment, I�d give my life to remember How I dreamed the dreams of my childhood. But the bodhisattvas of my youth are long forgotten, And nature is not in a good mood tonight. I close the window, lock it tight, and smirk As the curtains regain their weight, fall in line with the window, and sigh with sudden emptiness. April 29, 2004 ...Like I said - Moving on... I belong to the following diaryrings: DgDesigns