Saturday, May 19, 2012

I broke my own spell

a dark twilight in some dream

was all I could remember

when I woke up

to the bright warm morning


what else was I to do 

but lie vacant in my own bed

and feel strangely at peace?

the years revolved invisibly

in the air of the room


and all was "what was that?" and "couldn't care less"

at the same time...




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