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darkness casts
like tiny specs of sand
into consciousness

dancing in distress
the particles take form
casting shadow

a breeding ground
for confusion and doubt

the hollow is seductive
threatening to swallow

light is a memory
difficult to trust
swimming in lost
the only truth is self

– November 8, 2011 –

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