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October 25, 2003

The marquise diamonds fall like snow
into the soft muddy earth at my feet.
Inspection reveals wild tales singing
from the shining edges of each stone.
Remember the night in love and in wind?
Remember the rain that beat upon your skin?
The diamonds came pouring out that night,
while I smiled and laughed at the words.
All sounds not real were much louder
than the call of frogs in the pond.
I heard things without voice
instead of the rain beating on glass.
And every story carved out precious
little stones that rained down.