Westfield State University - Tekoa Yearbook (Westfield, MA)

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r With the coming of another dawn of solitude Eyes burning at the lack of your warmth I roll out of death back into the world A cruel ringing pounds against my mind Trying to wake my long forgotten sanity One stops the ringing with an index finger If I could simply smash the clock. The coldness of a morning floor tingles a semblance of feeling through the head that never sleeps You think too much and yet never enough — Make it to the room where the man in the glass will gaze a t you Scrape the face, kill the animal Pick out the curls, tame the beast The tie, the noose, now tightened A white shirt and suit upon the back of a new man ' Betrayed again by daylight — I move out again. I do not trust the man I become The animal of my dreams is the real me A tosseled head of twisted tangled snakes more suits my self-image. The liar emerges into a day of work and play but never sleeps When night comes dark circles will surround me The circles will carry me back to my coffin, my cage, my death, my peace, my dreams. Where are you in this over-magnified separation? The dreams my night hold hold you against my side The careless toss of your laughing hair — another night One more escape, just for the books just for the peace of mind — IlackW The heeds Ilapf That you ilack I lack that our last canceler of sleep I miss that final substitute for dreams . . . I need the clearly determined alternative that lays against your thighs That weighs your touch with a waking love. J. Lavoie ■ ; 152 S. Moreau

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a thousand flickering lights gaze silently upon together shadows an intangible web of smoke-streaked haze encircles innocent minds numbness infiltrating throughout restless hearts searching yielding hurting . . . with tearful childish games (or a tearful unperceived message). m. michele karas 153