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            This no longer a home,

Never was the place I wanted to stay,

     This world, unfortunate and blue

Looks so inviting from a darkened hue,

But truth persists the witness to the

Rose and thorn of a dying sun.

            The blues and greens of

A celestial being gone mad, trapped

Within the junction of Heaven and

     Earth, the puncture placed

Through and through again – a

Broken heart.

     God smacked, infinite fear

Neither harsh nor serene foretells

A scream within the void, a sea

Of life, set to sea of tears,

            Nothing more desired,

But for a bullet run.

 

Michael J Waite Monday 19^th January 2009 0922hrs.