tunnel blackness
running
sorrow unknown
running
taste the future
running
one, with the future
and all it demands
one, with the past
just as you planned
one with the present
you in command
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fragile intercourse
too soon broken
has taken the life's spark
and returned to the blackness
that which seeks the light
From – Pain is Time
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Copyright 1974
Patrick M. O’Neil
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Reference: Collection 1, Poem ID= 54