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From my sky, Little One, how do you dare
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as if they were a trail tracing a path
of golden stallions in the sky?
And when you pull them down
the lasso chokes their glow.
Can't you see, Little One, don't you know?
When you took away my light, Little One,
you squelched a part of the peace
that I find in the signs
of gentle seers prophesying hope.

Lynne Gass

NIGHTMARE

Fright flies like a storm-tossed bird,

Weaving among phantom shapes

In a voided darkness.

Swallowed

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in a

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hunted,

haunted

Night and

fear.

Chris Geis

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