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What I Read in the Waiting Room of Hell

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July 02, 2005

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Night Bird

Sitting here watching the Live 8 - Pink Floyd

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

jen

Happy Birthday to you Franz!

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