Rustling white bedsheets
fumbling through first thoughts
Recognizing
the silence
the sound of waking life.
Familiar functionings
cracklings of ankle-hinge
involuntary inflation of lungs.
It is today, again.
The truth of this
and the fallacy of all such time-bound truths
accelerate the movements.
Platelets and plasma
pursue their transformation
deep blue bright
red pounding
The Grand Drummer drones on
giving and taking
Time
turning and ticking away.
1 comment:
that's coming along bloody well.
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