Thursday, October 14, 2010

going into that good night

When change presents herself
Unfurling her fangy
Multi-colored horror
Cowering sharpens those fangs
Intensifies those colors
Flashing in the dark closet of
The unforseeable,
Embracing her makes
Her seem smaller-
Indeed those fangs are
Nothing more than
Teeth chipped
By misunderstood words
Those colors only glow in the dark
Because she too is
Alone in this chaos.

As long as your change
Takes place in the company
Of someone as strong as you.
The new-
unforseeable
Darkness
Will be illuminated.
So take a hand,
look under the bed
And jump into this
World of fluorescent
Change!

I'm not afraid if you're not.

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