the hopeful quality of light
expanding through the visual frame
the things that enter in my sight
i give them each a proper name
not mine nor yours the proper right
to require that things stay the same
we're caught in an ignoble plight
but do not know if it's a game
a proper choice will not affright
the keepers of our truest flame
we life and hope for the delight
and shun the bringers of the shame
too soon will come another night
the raging heart we cannot tame
so we proclaim with all our might
the imperfections of acclaim
06 May 2007
the quiet answer
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