Tinderbox The blue light out my window of ending day and falling dusk Painted with the remaining daylight Chased away by the new night Sing the nightbirds sweet and low The sun pale yellow of the cornhusk Glowing artificial light Inside my tinderbox home Lighting up strange shapes As through the twisted web I roam Reaching 'cross the distance Of space and sometimes age Meeting those with no purpose Beside the ones who care for us At times pierced deep by betrayal's lance By the wisdom of the sage A transparent connection Across th'entire place we live Some of them live only to take And some only want to give << go back Raemanzu's Home on the Web
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