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26
song of a blackbird before dawn
like the caress of a warm flute river 
a distant bus 
heads for invisible districts of love
hidden in the warm blanket
like in the womb of a mother who is not there
for one last moment of grace
in just a little bit I'll emerge
into the world of cold and hate

12/12/97