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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Tohm Bakelas


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the night sings

here in this tomb the night sings,
as rain mounts the wind and
rides the oil slick skyline.

here in this tomb the night sings,
as i think of staggering moths
in dying lamplight.

here in this tomb the night sings,
as the mutilated carve their
names into painted walls.

here in this tomb the night sings:
the living know nothing of destiny,
only the dead see life for what it is.