Thursday, May 25, 2017

in some quiet time



In some quiet time
I recall; rooted sprouted sparse
what hampers still indeed
My will again and again
when want does spurn
stalling my reach
Desires cursing doors
and windows made of sand
So gone my speech
as alone to feel asleep
Longing yet wait not
Delayed once more to boot
In some quiet time,
wasted



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