January 2001 / Volume Two / Issue One
Linda Wandt
It's easy to forget, without any scars.
Erased by time and magick.
While purple soaks the carpet,
rubies conceal flame.
I can take the fire...
Just close my eyes, and float away.
No need to borrow sanity,
on my hands and knees
in pebbled glass
while the clock lies,
and speaks of things to come.
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