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A New Day
Tim Cantor, 2002
Yesterday broke the chain
The chain that held me barely sane
I lost my way and I lost something new
Like dark dust to you
Who cares my heart like glass to come crashing through
Into dark dusk―with me feeling sorry
For myself
For who
Cries to no one
Life can change in the night sky
With one single blink of one single eye
As for myself
For who
Cries away
I look through the moon, through sky, through the murk and the haze
Through the skin of my own
And my own selfish grey
I see the sun through my blood, held to the light
The blush, the glow, the teal ocean spray
I look through my hand, my skin, to my changeable way
I look to the change
Of a new able day
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