Lacking in words, I went back into the vault and found these from September 21, 2009. They were interspersed in one of my notebooks with some peaceful, glowing September sun poems of the same format. The funny thing is that these were written almost a year before I actually fell into the sleepless void of the dark side. This is a clear indication that I have truly been running around in circles inside my head.
Passionless and free
No beyond imaginings
Patient and content
Numbing thoughts decay
The mind at rest, and rips out
The soul of being
Life‘s blood incomplete
Wasted on the living breath
Silent and unheard
Heavy heart lies cold
Waiting to be swept away
Dying on the floor
cki Sep 21 2009
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It's hot out today
flip-flops slorching through pavement
Watch out darned squirrel
Eh, yours are better. Except that one.
Dave:
"Oh nuts", said the squirrel.
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