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Friday, July 16, 2004

Poem - Others

The lives of others,
a black, deep, sooty
mine.

And as I mine
I take the pretty,
shiny things.
On my
shelf they look good.

In my safe, there
under that floorboard,
are the lumps of coal,
deep black, sooty and
from the mines.

Infinity
in the crevases and eternity
in the layers and shades
of black, dark, ugly, soot
balls.

The whole world
in a piece of coal.
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