Monday, September 12, 2022

all this static
and mental crossfire
have my brain waves
going hay-wire
fighting battles
with no foes
and trading secrets
with no codes
but I know
closed blinds
don’t let sun shine
into cobwebbed corners
morning finds me
awake and aching
already exhausted
from night-years
of longing of woe
as one below
of one above
we wander
wondering why
we feel so alone
split by our wills
and our wealth
hiding inside
our selves
and our cells
finding mighty cons
to busy our minds
while our newness
keeps its peace
marginalized
but creeping
note by blotted note
into its own
center

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week