753. MOUNT HALOGEN

MOUNT HALOGEN
So tired I can't blink.
No bright lights up here,
only the glare, only the glare.
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Keep me waiting half the night -
spindly shadows made for fright.
No one to talk to for sure.
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Man comes by in a coonskin hat,
carrying a helicopter and a hammer
and some kind of corny thought :
His rotors look funny to me.
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Up here, everything is illusion,
at best - volcanic dust or just
a hoary fog. One way or the other
everything remains dark and shady.
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The only bright spot was when I saw
I saw your footprints in the volcanic
ash; some kind of fallout it was,
from long ago and the stormy past.
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Now, only the glare, only the glare.