I am wasting my time
thinking of
it
leaves of
sallow lines.
I have to
wake up
in the words
of the song
humming in
me for years
what I have
gained
what I have
lost
my mind is
engaged in this.
I need to
write a new book
ignored
words inked from the rainbow
shelved
feelings of blooming flowers
neglected
force of streams from the cliffs
a book that
is so simple and right
truth alone,
all along the ride.
I can sense
the dawn
stealing in
from the backyard
take me to
the unknown.
A tough job
ahead
to free me
from the false chains
tiring my
legs
unknot the
phony rope
crowning my head.
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