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Brooklyn Bridge, 2 A.M
There are no answers
where the eye dilated
catches the stars
in the numbness
of retrospection.
And death’s hand
clutches the still heart
to its chest -
the spilled blood
like a million roses
cast adrift
on East River swell;
and in the long shadow
of Manhattan,
the coming sound
of the dead man’s bell.
U.V.RAY
22nd June 2006
8:10pm.
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