DON'T LET IT MATTER IF THE
MINT MAKES THE MIND
I want Zoroaster back. He was just looking
great, like Superman, and then he disappeared.
'Act fast' was his quick synopsis of all he'd seen.
I wasn't yet blemished, but I neither had direction
nor concern. Just getting by, as the tattoo says.
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Look now look : It is deep before dawn, the new
morning is yet scrambled. The black dark gray of the
nighttime sky tries fading but fails. I see its gloom
still hides a desperate moon. An angel, on board
the flickering beam, drops light from something to me.
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I can't move and I am frozen in time. It is 12 degrees
already, and I am near to gone. Over by the fenceline,
someone walks, with a flashlight as well - anything,
I figure, to break the gloom and keep us all running
happy. Or, it is, at least, as I hope. At least I hope.
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