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Insane Tonight

Oh you insane winds!
What fun do you get in
Dancing with the pages
Of my cold blue diary?
You make them toss and
Swish about in a silent rage.
As if teasing my dark past
And unseen blue tomorrow.

I hold those few pages
As if trying to stop time
Stop the flying time and
Wind it back for a while.
Erase all the black ink and
On it a little white pour
But they seem to be engraved!
And time seems to hasten more!

I’m drunk tonight, blue again.
The ink from the flipping pages
Is flowing into my cold veins.
Oh tell me who tonight is insane?
Is it the teasing time, eternal?
The howling winds, the pages…who?
Or is it just me once again, broken
Yet dancing in a blue-black rain?

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