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Saturday, January 08, 2011

Disquiet of a troubled mind

This why hounds
It travels ... Bounds
rubber-restless
An unspoken
"Not yet. Not yet."
Lay it down dear
Lay it down soon ... Here
at my feet, yours too ... Hours
are profoundly still
How?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

'' Hours are profoundly still''
makes me find/ feel my still- center!
Beautiful line!

Anonymous said...

rather enjoyed bounding around in this one! Opel Hell