(1) Strange, The Thought
U Uriah Hamilton
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I have refused love
on the glittering streets
of a city summer afternoon
and then wandered alone
through art museums
and certain tattered dark dives
of broken neighborhoods
like a beleaguered refugee.
And now, I've grown quite distant from myself,
dismissing memories out of hand and viewing mirrors with contempt;
strange, the thought of kissing someone or sharing a vulnerable secret
that can only fester like an incurable wound!
Tonight, everything is cloud-covered,
I'm even abandoned by the moon!
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