Sleepless

SLEEPLESS

by Alan de Luzuriaga

(7/15/1993)

Eyes blinking

Lights glimmering in the

Wee hours of consciousness

Wind

Blowing through the room

In a force so shattering

Papers, laid across the floor

With printed names of friends

So long ago

And now so remembered and heard

We are here

In frames of glass

With thoughts

Unknown and unsaid

With stares of uncertainty

Into those who look

Look and see

Square Images

And Square memories

Waiting to be embraced

For Eternity

That has yet to be

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