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October 4, 2010 at 1:25 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

on the long

road that can

only lead to the sky

see there the grey

that goes on and on

where morning is a

false dream

here the figures begin

to appear

the lurers

the lovers

at long intervals

the buzz of grey

changes form

and the night

turns into music

bursting into fire

now what do you make

of all this

what do you tell yourself

if you do at all

see how the road now

is so silent again

as though it knew

what you were

thinking

like it was some drum

ready to play your tune

but could leave you 

dead in a moment

this is when I think that

nothing more needs to be said.

– Dominic Alapat

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