SALVING MY HEART
Nothing bears repeating, and
this is not the solution : marking
time, in place, like a soldier at
Present Arms. I am circled by
boredom and pain.
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I can't sleep, but don't want to.
I feel things running down, and
darkness is no longer the friend
it once was. Rage, rage, against
the dying of that light? Again?
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Oh how I tire. Some cradle'd
midwife blues would fit me
better, for it's not the birth so
much as the birther that we
watch. How it's done. What's
handled well, and what's not.
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I swelter in this heat of time.
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