sometimes                
there's nothing left    
to do          
but sleep

the stars hang there       
w/ millions of light  
years of cold      
black vacuum
b/t them        
and this  
warm speck   
of blue      
and     
green

the moon big          
and bright  
as a          
streetlight
and       
two cats      
in the   
kitchen   
looking       
dead    
at    
me

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February 28, 2002