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At Night, As  I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions


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what have you done?
--you ask of me
I the vile creature
un-wise to have exposed her tender neck

I look up into you--
your heart is small and pinching
your brain, an attic,
your corrected vision, 20-20,
with all your imperfections and perfections
you fail to see me with your Vampire eyes

who and what surrounds you,
brother?
you glance skyward and see only stars--
whereas, I know I'm made from them
am one with them,
and one day will return to them"

I've no wish to be immortal
my life written with the blood of others

"what have you done (lately/implied) with your life?"
you snap your canines...
"you are not made of work!"
"you are poor, meager!"
"you're life is poor and wanting!"
"where have you been? "
"and...what have you done with your
inconsequential life?

inside, I am sad--
outside, I smile thinly.
you don't/won't see me
anymore
you try to erase me with words...
I'm not a chalkboard
upon which you scribble
your rambling non-sensical equations.

I examine his azure eyes,
blue as a cloudless day...
and see there
the high mountains of our distance.

I cannot smile.
this is not satisfaction.
this is poor tragedy,
derived from belligerence
and blindness...

go Brother--
(whispering)

we're strangers
I'm the one standing before you
as you turn away
you deny me

what have you done Brother,
what have you done?


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