futurebird's Diaryland Diary

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poetry time

Okay kids it's time for some poetry again, so gather round:

I cannot sleep without the wind
pouring thorough my window
even in cruel winter
when I mark the air with breath

by drinking up my lungs full
I can call up nights from memory
and sleep several nights at once
then in every night I ever slept

For time has not just passed me by
I have passed through time.

001108_62.html - 2000-11-08

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