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By John Sweet


just after midnight
and the sound of
geese moving south

my own quiet breathing
in a dark room

the fact of
20,000 innocent people
brutally murdered
cannot stop the slow
approach of winter

there is always
something stronger
than this luminous
shell of faith

the poet avoiding confessions

By John Sweet

awake and mostly blind
at two in the morning
in a house where
nothing fits quite right


ashamed of my
twenty-two years spent
feeding a pointless addiction
but unable to quit

unwilling maybe or
maybe afraid

nothing is ever gained
by putting
the truth on paper


Copyright © 2002 John Sweet

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John Sweet, 33, lives in upstate New York with his wife and son. He has been writing for 20 years, and publishing in the small press for 14. For more about him, visit his Web site.

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