Friend/enemy
Thax Douglas
My nightvision might be just confident blindness
But I know old men must parade by the strobing windows in half time
And the glow of every hello after hello unfolds like light into like light
And her hand on my arm
And seeing should not be believing
O the days are long but thank your idea of god the nights are longer
And I recognize hidden in a crowded bar's slow crawl the authority of the clouds before the sun.
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