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At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions


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what have you done?
--you ask of me

I look into you--
your heart is small
your brain, an attic,
your corrected vision, 20-20,
yet,
you fail to see

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

"what have you done (lately/implied) with your life?"
you snap...
"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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