Brightest Dream:

Like some odd priest (or was it a crow)
In a changing day of silhouettes
You flew up silently with blackened robes
Only they were brighter than black, a glittering monochrome
And Radioactive Radiance was dripping from your red-soaked lips
A pantheon of gods fell into one beguiling smile
And all Eternity seemed burdened by your elegance
Chameleon ghost, emerging from behind grey clouds

-Kimberly N. Hunt
August 1996



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