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DAY SEQUENCE, II

 

 

 

downcast and doubled over

the pound of light and desire

 

flash and surprise my only defense

as rage thunders from the sky

 

this life without you:

my nerves are acicular and rare

 

I lost you in the smoke,

in the stinging gases

 

my reality a thousand shards of glass

each brilliant with gothic light

 

I sleep in the obsequious flattery of day

curled against the giant, prying eye, the sun

 

as I awaken all too many times;

in silence and this solitary light.

 

Susan Smith Nash

October 14, 2001