Waiting for the distant sun
To strike a suitable pose
Winking down at me
At just the right angle
There's a jaded eye
Waiting to come alight
But I'm not waiting
For the eclipse of ingenious notions
Or even for the clutch of night
I will share my devotion
Let you depart as you might
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The silence of a writer afraid to dream
The chatter of those who consider him profound
Second-hand broken dreams
Original concepts coming apart at the seams
Seems the normal state of things
But just when I get used to it
Someone comes along to surprise me
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