half shut eyes
and too many camels
waiting for anyone to join
the coffee is not doing anything
by way of keeping the lids
from going ground ward
never as much fear
some would have you think
never as manic
one way or the other
speaking of medicine
screaming at the setting moon
cloud covered sitting with
unanswered questions
what had been hoped for
one lonely night presented
with a wooden statue
lotus flower in hand
the carved facial features
tell new stories everyday…
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