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I was going to write something with a powerful vengeance,
a suicide note for a planet.

Some beautiful, terrible heart of an idea beating its way out of me -
something no one has ever held in their hands before.

Like a light!
On fire!
In love!

Or pain -

but it flew, fast, escaping my grasp,
before my memory
or my mind
could build even an echo of it.

It got away!

Leaving nothing but the torn hole in my thoughts,
where once was a peaceful egg unborn.

1/9/00

© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org

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