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23 September 2001

I sleep blindly at the bottom of a fish tank,
inhaling every bubble that descends.
Orange, blue, violet.
Hypnotically spinning at the bottom of your necklace --
I'm the end of the rainbow that you can never reach.
Afraid to awake and discover my solitude,
I can but float around in circles.
In a half dazed madness that you alone can end.

 eternal   Your guarded silence is a wall   I sleep blindly at the bottom of a fish tank,   My world is lost unto myself   that i   There are days   The only true measure   solace   sentenced to a living death   sometimes   my love   nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky   windows   With each new birth