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Passing The Time
larrylark

I drink Napoleon Brandy (the third).
 1
Contemplate whether i’ve slaked my thirst.
 2
The room begins to glow.
 3
My inside mellows into something less known,
 4
while surrounding space fools me into thinking
 5
it whirls as snow on the edges of storms.
 6
 
 
By morning all’s back where it belongs.
 7
I will be born again, but not in the Christian sense.
 8
There will be no uplifting songs.
 9
Wall clock will still separately sound
 10
each passing second and then be gone..
 11

11 Jan 17


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