. . A poem a day
                                    20 August 1999
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EXTEMPORANEOUS

 
No light in this room.

Slat
Upon
Even
Slat

Blinds the darkness:
     Illumination nil
          Inside and out.

Burning fingers press
Icy white and black...

Music slams the walls
     Then falls
          to the
               floor,

Weeping with desire.

- Anissa Marsa
 

 
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