us the dreams seep into silvery water,
us wither the sense of light meaning
us is the day after dark
in the shade and only I knew themselves, wherever I went.
I shuddered the surface of the water so much so that I
once began to fear.
But the clearing was the dew on your lips trickled
and all so bad as silver.
(17 October 2010)
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