i wander through
the prado
until goya’s blacks
haunt me
with their riddle
from the dark
i cannot shake
the images
neath the black
surround
that lurk within us
even when denied
and when i sip
my coffee
somewhat later
i think of you
and wish you
by my side
again the dark
that swirls
blows through my vision
i wonder if that poison
is the price
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