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VOYAGE INTO DARK
By Quentin Smith
I came crashing onto the stage props
From out of nowhere,
Stunned all over with suddenness
But quickly recovering my senses
I looked upwards for an order
And saw in the blue
The blobs of white mist.
Now I stagger through nothing
As through a desert,
I am without a rudder
In the storm of my existence,
I am lost in the universe
Screaming like a wingless eagle
That is hurled between two skies.
Written 1973
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