Sunday, January 23, 2011

time, in deed

vision blurry,
body slumped and
thoughts a-flurry

i need fresh air,
i need sleep --
need to try and
work to keep
up this soul which
slumbers deep

oft' times:
clouded sight-lines,
dreams forgot or
stabbed in fork tines

think i'll paint or
think i'll read --
know and show
that i've been freed
and this is borrowed
time, indeed

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