View From My Window
The Mystery Of Poe
I have to read so much literature
and it's moonlight already. The
candle has burned free, its
shadows long-etched into the walls.
A wail jerks me from my pillow
but still I see nothing. I am
nervous. Was poe like this?
I think, and the wind whispers
back that he was, like it
could read my mind.
The beginning of existence haunts
me...the apes...Adam and Eve...
then, the pentagon. What does it all
mean? I am a detective in
a mystery novel, trying desperately
to solve the clues before
time runs out.
-(c) July 26, 2000
and it's moonlight already. The
candle has burned free, its
shadows long-etched into the walls.
A wail jerks me from my pillow
but still I see nothing. I am
nervous. Was poe like this?
I think, and the wind whispers
back that he was, like it
could read my mind.
The beginning of existence haunts
me...the apes...Adam and Eve...
then, the pentagon. What does it all
mean? I am a detective in
a mystery novel, trying desperately
to solve the clues before
time runs out.
-(c) July 26, 2000
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The Mystery Of Poe
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