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I think I must have been obsessed with Camus at the time of this poem.

I shake slightly;

My mind trembles under
Strong coffee and things
All too clear within their
Little sterile work rooms.

I see Algiers,
Wish for that cleansing
Powerful sun-without-shade:
Purging the shadows and
Reflecting the stark into
my mind -- lucidity.

©1995 chris abraham

Jun 11, 1995 03:25 PM