quinta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2014

You come at night...

You come at night
Stretching from nowhere
To somewhere in me.

I never knew why or how
This occurs: you must be 
a presence returning from 
A past - or after - life.

Suddenly, an entourage
of blinking lights hovers and
dances over dark scrubs:
And all is revealed to me, now.

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