Deep night pulls at the cords
Holding the curtains open to the empty street and pale yellow street lamps
No owls or slinking cats hovering in the shadows, waiting
Chance ticks off another point in the corner
Just beyond where the bulb throws itself around
We have something to lose in the spaces
The cracks and dipping floors
Something like the pieces
That we let fall there
We have something to lose in the remembering
Unclear and half forgotten
Too painful to hold onto
And to precious to let go
We have something to lose in the living
Something to love in the dying
Something to share in the being
Something to live in the sighing
And whispering of another morning
Before dawn fills the pavement and concrete
And low clouds mingle with the rising sun
Sitting here in the darkness
watching, listening to the evening stories
The clock tell its tale once again
~
Feb 2012
lei fraser 
“Just beyond where the bulb throws itself around/ We have something to lose in the spaces”- Wow. Incredible writing. I really enjoyed finding your blog and look forward to the things you will post in the future. Thanks for inspiring me to write another post myself!
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The incestuous relationship between government and big business thrives at night.
Profit in business emanates from repeat customers, customers that boast about any project or service, and that bring friends using them.
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thank you very much Jordan – glad that you enjoying the posts. If it inspires you to write more too – that’s awesome too!
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