To think that you know, Why wouldn't I expect things to stay the same in the course of time? Was there a conflict, knowledge unknown?
Quickly, my mind forgets and slips further within the sinuses of my head, and I've exhausted my willingness for next time.
Is there a time? Is there? Come rescue my mentality and let it be . . .
Sorry for my lack of a title and I apologize for changing a lot of the punctuation. A few of the commas were difficult for me so I chose to delete them but I think you allowed changes like that in the past. Perhaps I will come back sometime with a title I am happy with.
I was beginning to wonder if you were going to ever have an interactive post again. In fact, I almost left a message a week ago asking you to. So, thank you!
To the tired soul, Why dabble so in the twilight to stay time, in the closing shadows that linger? Was there a smaller you in the day, no searching for life?
Quickly, come you and make haste, for the living slips between seconds, and I've tired of procrastinating for you.
Is there a barrier between day and night? Does dusk halt the approach? Come live within the light of life and turn full into the deepening.
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To think that you know,
Why wouldn't I expect things to stay the same
in the course of time?
Was there a conflict, knowledge unknown?
Quickly, my mind
forgets and slips further within the sinuses of my head,
and I've exhausted my willingness for next time.
Is there a time?
Is there?
Come rescue my mentality and let it be . . .
Sorry for my lack of a title and I apologize for changing a lot of the punctuation. A few of the commas were difficult for me so I chose to delete them but I think you allowed changes like that in the past. Perhaps I will come back sometime with a title I am happy with.
I was beginning to wonder if you were going to ever have an interactive post again. In fact, I almost left a message a week ago asking you to. So, thank you!
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NOD TO SILVERSTEIN
To peanut butter,
Why stick to my mouth,
in the scriggly upper parts?
Was there not an external refuge, no better place to hide?
Quickly, lodge yourself,
for saliva slips bitingly,
and I've no patience for not being able to open my mouth.
Is there a peanut butter soul?
Is it wrong to kill it?
Come listen carefully and giggle.
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To the tired soul,
Why dabble so in the twilight to stay time,
in the closing shadows that linger?
Was there a smaller you in the day, no searching for life?
Quickly, come you and make haste,
for the living slips between seconds,
and I've tired of procrastinating for you.
Is there a barrier between day and night?
Does dusk halt the approach?
Come live within the light of life and turn full into the deepening.
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