Sunday, September 21, 2014

5930. MORNING TIME

MORNING TIME
It was so damp this morning my nostrils dribbled
and the dim of the sky colored nothing at all. 
Every morning window was shaded dark-to-black, 
as if the entire world was in waiting. Sensitudes of 
kings and empires were filling the air with feeling 
as everyone knew exactly where they were 
and no one knew a thing at all.

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