'old age is always wakeful'
melville, moby dick
night
poorly mended broken bones ache psyche bruised
soul in question counting circle of fourths
to the rhythm of the tick and tock
nature sounds calm for now
air warm and humid
curtains still
hum of fan
nothing
left to
say
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2017-06-30 at 09:30
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