| "Tomorrow I will wake up confronted with reminders of the past..." |
reminders of the past:
the panes in the wall;
tubes on the table;
frames in the hall; and
flesh shades open in mortal fear.
My brain, a dog spiraling round its tether point,
has no choice now but to lie down.
Sleep:
The windows are shut,
the TV is off,
the pictures are quiet, and
eyes are peacefully shut.
Tomorrow is already here.
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0
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