Monday, October 31, 2011


Can it be that it’s still
Evening or is it really
Morning settling ‘round
Me as a jealous mist
Enfolding me like a
Mother does her son
Holding me close to her
Breast smothering me
In mystery fending off
The day of who knows
What may bring could
Be good fortune could
Be good riddance when
The light’s turned on
What’s been revealed
Ain’t always an option
We would choose but
It don’t matter anyway
It’s all just ordinary


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