when the dust no longer was made of silver
along silver strewed streets
in the hidings, among remnants
of the ravaged silvercity
glittered no longer
not the metal
not the dust
nothing
splendor of stars went numb
colorless they glared
colorless spots
on colorless sky
and I looked away
took a shortcut
through the prison cells
and
was no longer
Poetry by MadinSane
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Written on 2005-05-28 at 16:26
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