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What time is it?
She points at the strange face
of clock stopped
at childhood
while seeds growing
into haunting voices
behind a new
sky
What's past & dead
is not gone for time is
a book can be read both ways:
the ending is the beginning
the beginning already finished
foretold numerous times
Life is an empty room
& becomes strange
when heart loses
sleep and words
out of touch
two worlds
now one
love
---2004
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