Zadown Posted October 30, 2001 Report Posted October 30, 2001 day is blue glass yellow fire it draws shadows to the streets proclaims the coming of spring rises a smile to the faces of the crowd my sunglasses are missing their metallic brown masks wait dim darkness in some corner of my apartment I can't be bothered to worry the weather is way too beautiful shards of light tickle my eyes rise the pressure inside my head cut with their blades my spirit but I manage to grin tinted with falsehood every darkness a brief oasis angular building a shield against brightness plains on fire burning my mind my words grow taunt hammers batter my vision yellows drink other colors I am a shade rupturing under sky challenging evening to come annoyance and hatred it takes my wit tears my lips open blind rage
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