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Have I been sleeping?                         June 21,1987


A ray of light

Breaks through the graying

Of my existence


It strikes the prism

Of my mind

And bursts into

Rainbows of thought


Surely this light is misplaced.

It is the last ray of spring

And I wear

The first colors

Of autumn


But with this light

I see around me

And the colors of autumn

Are farů

From gray.