DIG Into the dark wild the legends flee, tales not in jest. In the dark distance the god clouds gather, storming in their beds. High on the ancient wall, low in the pits we ungrave, all the imagos and shadow kin are alive as once today.                    copyright 2006 Bruce Boston
		THE CITY AND THE STARS The city is there regardless, enormous in its conceit, blank as the stare of a beggar, hard as a skyscraper's teeth. The city is full of power. Claim it with credit or cash. Electrons racing to midnight. Engines igniting the past. The city is always laughing at those it harbors and shuns. The city is rich as a bakery, thin as a trail of blood. The city is small as an insect, immense as the life it contains, adrift in space like a beacon, devoured by time and decay. The city is very terrestrial, dark and light as it comes. Stars are strictly for backdrop, eclipsed by the neon suns.                                 copyright 2006 Bruce Boston
							illustrations copyright 2006 Marge Simon
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