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I’m peeling back a page reading a new day
by the light of a new sun
mom died years ago,
or was it yesterday?
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I once read something similar by Camus
but was too new to understand that time bleeds
it’s dyes are not fast but run between years
and sometimes as in old cloth
the colors of time become homogeneous
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……—but here’s this day blaring like a fanfare
……from a new horn crisp as frost on glass
……its brink sharp as the edge of a blade
……slicing off another piece of eternity
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.by Jim Culleny 4/29/12
Blink 