i am a little tired

exhausted

just a bit

 

i cross the edge of dark lake

to fall

but fall asleep

 

i fall into last dreams

one pond fed by two streams

where sleep bright hopes of me

with immemorial grief

 

 

 

 

Nov. 19th, 2011

 

 

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The original author's commentary published in 2011:

''the piece was born north of ones home on one-way road high and dark'' 

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