The tunnels of light
slip and stream past
as he walks in search of a giddy past
to kill it and move on
down his own little tunnel
The white bright
blinds him as he walks
the sight of hair flowing
around the next bend
sends him in search of his quarry
dark
raven black
tinged with color
to kill them
from his mind
the women of his past
the ones who had touched his soul
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