C.D. Sinex Biography

We watch the day fade slowly into night,
in silence standing by this open gate.
Afraid, as if to speak would chase the light.
I have to go; you know it's getting late.
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Carried in,
in the dead of night,
like some smuggler's load.
Lights dimmed, the curtains drawn:
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for six years
it was the world

the perfect venue
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Everything we thought we understood,
somehow vanished right before our eyes.
Gone in an instant, the bad, the good…
everything. We thought we understood
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Autumn equinox.
The hills are nearly silent—
A hermit-thrush calls.
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