The Last Blackout
June 24, 2008The sky is clearer,
In the blackout, she said,
And then kissed
His lips, which
Would be the bloodiest
Shade of purple in a few days
And colder than
The ice of north,
Colder than the
General’s heart.
Thoughts and words
To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone — to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone: From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink — greetings! -[Orwell, 1984]
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shades in the sky
reflect in her eyes
one close touch
one deep breath
a split second
and alls gone