Clark Dark Poems

Prospecting for gold
there’s a flash in my pan.
It glints, I gladden, it glitters...
portentously.
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Tan, taut, and tempting
she laid sprawled
in ALL of her splendor.
Decadent.
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Hallowed; coming forth from darkness to light
appearing as the event horizon,
you black hole, articulate origins.
Transcending the memory of eons
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Dread not my 'locks
for they are interwoven
not to induce dread or fear or pause,
but an essence.
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