Premonition


Come out
	Come in
		Here's shelter from the storm.

Who am I?
	Who are you-
		damp, safe and warm.

I was alone.
	I am alone.
		It is dark, I cannot see.

Behold the light
	Behold the one
		Not you, and neither me.

The dark is safe
	The dark is safe
		The light it hurts my eyes
				  your

Leave me
	going back to sleep
		I would sooner die.
6/25/97
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