awake and sleep say a few words in passing before a shift change

sometimes, when i dream
you're around again
i want to demand that
something be left behind
for the eye opening.
like storms, who talk
all night and then leave
a bunch of sticks for you to pick up.

i'd rather clean up
a real mess,
shake out a knotted muscle,
rest and rub it for a few minutes
than look for a neat rip
i've only felt
in what i'd guess is a pocket
i often hear your absence jangling from

written by

i_could_kneel on March 31, 2007 from London, United Kingdom

from the travel blog: hyde park gate

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