A time in space is bleak to life,
Yet we continue to fill the void.
Never stop, continue past the end.
To arrive inside the circle, to eyes
With inflatable sunglasses.

In the streets, at night, you lurk
In shadows,
To find a face you lost so long
You stretch your arms to hold a memory
Some old reality.


Heather Zir 2002

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