Monday, March 3, 2008

page 275

And once again,
  yesterday,
    in the restaurant,
      yesterday
        in the restaurant,
          a figure,
            clothed in a suit of light,
              adorned,
                distinguished,
                  dark and distinct...

                      It must have been the devil.
                        Oh,
                          had he extended his hand,
                        I would have gone with him.

                    And,
                  yesterday,
                he met my gaze

            Today,
          he smiled.

      I eagerly
    wait,
  for tomorrow.

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