in my own ears
echoing
from distant years
eons of ions
displacing the tritons
of the deep
black hair
whipped around
splayed in a frantic frizz
a billion dots make the sky
a brightly dim yellow and red
the minuscule dots
touch and cross
to make a cloudless sky
and on the bridge that black headed girl
stands face in hands
there are two walking away
their shadows hold five hundred
there are devils crawling up the bridge
like trolls from deep caverns
and a scream
infinitely painted
upon her paleish face
keeps her frightened of the mob
and of the devils' face
but when studied closely you'll see
a glimmer in her eye
that glimmer there remains
the change she will bring upon the world
if you just let her try.
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