Goodbye my door, unlocked, cast back, I shall not passage
nor tarry here once more.
The night I feared burns brightest,
no need now, another day. Shadowless, I pass beneath nothing as nothing passes beneath me.
Just a few words fall as blossom from memory receding. I catch them in hands of infinite particles and press and press and press..
Some stain of a poem.
Kevin Harlow.
